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Good books are treasures we should have in store, 
Rich is the man whose mind is rich in lore— 
That gold, which glitters to allure mankind, 

Gives no such lustre to the human mind. 


New York: 


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37 PARK ROW. 


1879. 


Copyright 1879, 
By James O‘Connor. 





Dedication. 


TO MY FAITHFUL AND DEVOTED WIFE, WHO HAS SPENT MANY WEARY 
HOURS IN COLLECTING AND COPYING THESE POEMS, AS WELL 
AS TO MY MANY GENEROUS AND SYMPATHIZING PATRONS, 
WHOSE LIBERALITY HAS INDUCED THEIR PUBLICA- 
TION, THESE PAGES ARE AIFFECTIONATELY 
INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. 


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In presenting this small collection of Poems to the 
public, the author feels inclined to make but few apol- 
ogies for the many imperfections with which they 
abound. No man can claim perfection for himself, 
nor should he expect it from others. There is none 
perfect. Solomon, with all his wisdom, did many fool- 
ish things; King David, a man after God’s own heart, 
did many wicked things; and, although it is hard to 
understand how an All-wise Creator, perfect in wisdom 
and foreknowledge, could do any thing he should be 
sorry for, yet, in Genesis: vi. 6, we read, “‘that it 
repented him that he had made man on aie earth, 
and it grieved him at his heart.” 

Gleaners in the best cultivated fields of literature 
discover many brambles and tares. If the husbandman 
wishes pure wheat he must separate it from the straw 
and chaff with which it is connected. 

A. literary production may sometimes sparkle with 
gems of thought, but there is no sand so rich with gold 
but that it needs to be sifted. 


v1 PREACH, 


If the literary assayer (the reading public), after — 
carefully examining this rough specimen of mine, 
should fail to discover any real grains of gold, and 
should pronounce the ore worthless, then I shall be 
compelled to acknowledge that I have wasted much 
time and labor in working up an unprofitable lode, 
that is found to be rich only in ‘‘fool’s gold” at last. 

Laboring under my present physical disabilities, 
but few persons would be foolhardy enough to make 
even the slightest pretensions to authorship. My hear- 
ing began to fail me before I had acquired theefirst 
rudiments of an education, and for some time past I 
have been entirely deaf. The little education I have 
acquired, has been acquired with great difficulty, and, 
for that reason, the offence should be all the more par- — 
donable, if its value should appear to be over-estimated 
by its possessor. i 
_ From early childhood I have had to rely on exces- 
sive manual labor as a means of support, and conse- 
quently, have had but limited opportunities for mental 
culture. It was not my fortune to be ‘‘born with a 
silver spoon in my mouth”; nor was I ever one of those 
youthful prodigies that ‘dsp in numbers”; and whether 
1 am truly entitled to the appellation of Poet, or not, 
I leave for a just and discriminating public to deter- 
mine. I once read a small volume of poems that had 
been written by Fry, and as the volume was small, the 
author must have been “small fry.” But he said there 





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were three qualifications esential for a Poet: empty 
pockets, worn-out elbows, and disappointed love. To 
the two first qualifications I plead guzlty. Of the third 
and last I am innocent. 

Many of my pieces have been composed while hold- 
ing the plough, or engaged in other field labor, and are 
the unpolished productions of one who entertains but 
feeble hopes of ever acquiring even the slightest celeb- 
rity in the difficult and uncertain fields of literature; 
and what success I shall meet with as an author, I am 
unable to foretell. Better and wiser men have failed, 
and it is possible that as great or even greater fools 
may have succeeded. I shall endeavor to make the 
best use of the few talents given me, and leave it for 
others to write better in proportion as God has given 
them the natural abilities, and fortune has favored them 
with greater opportunities of acquiring knowledge. 

James O’Connor. 





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Biographical Sketch of the Author, 


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Havine been informed that James O’Connor, the “ Deaf 
Poet,” had, through the solicitations of friends, consented to 
publish a volume of his poems and essays, I consider it a pleas- 
ant duty to write a short sketch of his life as an introduction to 
the public and his volume. As his name indicates, he came of 
Irishancestry. His great, great grand-father, Edward O’Connor, 
came from Ireland before the French and Indian wars in this 
country. He settled near Albany. The country at the time 
was a howling wilderness. His great-grand-father, Francis 
O’Connor, was born there. He was a boat builder by occupa- 
tion, and during the Revolutionary War built gun-boats on the 
lakes for the Americans. He thus assisted at the birth of our 
infant navy. Though young, he remembered well the burning 
of Schenectady by the Indians, and would recount with marked 
indignation the stories of their massacres, and the murder of 
Miss Jane McRea. He married Mary Kidder, of Albany, who 
was born in Holland. His grand-father, Francis O’Connor, was 
born at Heidleburg, near Albany. He married Fanny Caulder, 
who was born at Catskill. Her parents were from the High- 
lands of Scotland, and were the original settlers of the Thomas 
Farm at the mouth of Rose’s Brook, in Stamford, Delaware 
County, New York. His grand-father’s family was among 
the first settlers of Bloomville, New York, and they were after- 
wards among the first settlers of Bovina, moving to that town 





xu BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR. 


in the year 1803. His father, Francis O’Connor, was born at. 
Bloomville, in the year 1801. His mother, Prudence Faulkner, 
was of a family of Connecticut Yankees, and, as her name indi- 
cates, she was of Scotch descent. His parents settled in the 
town of Andes, Delaware County, New York, where they still 
reside. The ancestors of James O’Connor were alway true to 
the interests and cause of America. He came from a race of 
patriotic, noble, honest, hard-working men and women, who 
were engaged in many of the fields of industry that the new 
country presented ; but most of them were farmers and farmers’ 
wives. 

James O’Connor, the subject of this sketch, was born in 
Andes, New York, January 26, 1835. 

He was always an apt scholar, full of study and full of fun, 
with a smattering of mischief, which occasionally created, as it 
is said of our late war, “‘ashght unpleasantness” between the 
teacher and the taught. Although he justly prides himself up- 
on his Irish ancestry, it must be confessed that he generally 
came off second best in the settlement of these incom-Pat-ible and 
conflicting interests. Often in arranging these matters, con- 
trary to his views and protests, by an arbitrary appeal to the 
stripes he has actually been made to see stars. He thus had a 
Jeeling regard for his national emblem early in life. 

NoMa haan these occasional misunderstandings with the 
autocrat of the rod, he became what may justly be called a first- 
class common-school scholar. 

Few persons that have not made war the profession of their 
lives have encountered greater dangers, or had more _hair- 
breadth escapes. A few of them will only be mentioned, 
While engaged in “bark-peeling ” in the hemlock woods, he 
was completely covered from sight, by the top of a large tree, 
which some choppers had fallen upon him. He found himself 
between two of its largest limbs, his: body being but a few 
inches from each ; if either had struck him he would have been 
instantly killed. . Pr ovidence preserved him, and he came out — 
from that tree-top unhurt. 

At another time, a large log came rolling down a hill teen 
him. It wasso near that it was impossible to get out of its 


BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTIIOR. XII. 


way, near by was a small hollow in the side hill, and, with re- 
markable presence of mind, he rushed to it, and threw himself 
down into it. The log passed directly over him and he was un- 
hurt. ; 

Upon two occasions he was nearly drowned. He has been © 
run over three times with wagons. Upon one occasion he fell 
before a loaded wagon, which passed over him, fracturing both 
of hislegs. When he was fourteen years of age, upon avery cold 
night in winter, as he was returning from school, he ventured 
upon a pond to have a slide; the ice was “too thin,” the con- 
sequence was he caught a fearful ducking anda fearful cold, 
which resulted in inflammation of the brain. His hearing became 
impaired, This affliction continued to increase, until for a num- 
ber of years he has been entirely deaf. 

Mr. O'Connor was a close student all his life. The improve- 
ment of his mind was the chief object of his life. He was not 
satisfied with the education to be acquired in the common: schools. 
He prepared himself, and entered Union College,’and graduated 
honorable in the Class of 1858. He chose the Law fora pro- 
fession, and began its study ; but, on account of his growing 
deafness, he was forced to abandon his long-cherished hopes. 
He then turned his attention to the art of printing, which he 
learned in Oswego, New York. He followed the occupation of 
printer for some years. On the 15th of October, 1863, he mar- 
ried Miss Mary J. Dickson, of Lumberville, New York. He 
then turned his attention from the printer’s to the more busy and 
stirring life of afarmer. Of late years he has suffered so much 
from disease of the heart that he has been compelled to abandon 
almost entirely the independent life of the tiller of the soil. 

For several years he has devoted a large share of his leisure 
time to the composition of poetry ; his thoughts seem to flow as 
freely under the direction of the muses as they do in the sterner 
vein of prose. His poems, as far as they have frequently 
appeared in the public press, have been very favorably re- 
ceived by an appreciative public. 

For a long time many of his friends, and admirers of _ his 
poetic genius, have been trying to influence him to publish a 
volume of his poems, and it is with feelings of pleasure, that 


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XIV. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR. 


they are assured that he has complied with their request, and 
_ now presents to the public his first offering, in the form of a 
book. Several of these Poems were delivered before Literary 
Associations, Church and Social gatherings, Teachers’ Institutes, 
&c. ; but most of them were written as the expression of his 
personal views and thoughts on themes, without a view to their 
publication or public delivery. These poems speak for them- 
selves. We have heard some of them delivered by the author, 
and many of them we have read; and, from knowledge thus’ 
acquired, we believe that the poems are laid upon the broad 
foundation of common-sense and poetic genius. Many of them 
sparkle with wit and humor, while some of them are truly 
pathetic. 

Mr. O’Connor merits the thanks of his fellow-citizens for the . 
work he has accomplished, and we hope they will indicate their 
gratitude by their general and generous subscription for the 
volume he now presents to them. 


BROOKLYN, N. Y., JANUARY 4, 1879. 


CEERESTIAL ~ LIGHT: 


‘LET THERE BE LIGHT!’ 
Light Terrestrial—Light Intellectual—Light Spiritual. 


A WORLD in embryo, through ages unnumbered, 
In primitive darkness and chaos had slumbered, 
Dark shadows eternal around her still hovered, 

Her waters untraversed, her shores undiscovered; 


Her bright hills and green vales, by us mortals now 
Petro. 

Preconceived in the mind of Omnipotent God, 

Still alloyed with the atmosphere, ocean, and sky, 

Were as yet only seen by the all-seeing eye. 


Not a sun, moon, or star, not a pale asteroid 
Shed. one flickering ray o’er this fathomless void; 
Thus neglected of God, in the absence of light, 
All things slept, as it were, in perpetual night. 


Until God, in the spirit, moved forth o’er the deep,. 

And a world sprung, at once, from millennial sleep. 

The first works of his hand bore the impress of might,. 

With the voice of command, God said: ‘Let there: 
be light.” 


2 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 


The glad edict resounded o’er heaven’s bright plain, 
While ten thousand bright angels caught up the re- 
frain ; } 
The strong flood-gates of heaven asunder were hurled, | 
Her deep rivers of light were let in on the world. 


His vicegerents on high, who have heard his command, 
Now behold the magnificent works of his hand, 

As Jehovah, at once, taking down the bright scroll, - 
And the map of creation begins to unroll., 


And, as Time’s coral reefs, and her islands of green,, 
In the midst of the eternal waters are seen, 

Loud hosannas peal forth from that heavenly shore, 
The glad anthems of praise unto God evermore. 


‘The whole angelic throng seem inspired with delight, 

With this endless, celestial diffusion of light, — 

Through those numberless worlds most resplendent in 
hue, 

‘That bespangle creation’s broad archway of blue. 


‘They rejoice as God’s boundless dominions expand, 
‘They rejoice at the wonderful works of his hand, 

‘That those new annexations, of boundless domain, 
Must still further enhance his magnificent reign. 


‘That, in worlds yet unknown, as the legates of love, 
‘They should yet represent the tribunal above; 





CELESTIAL LIGHT. 3° 


That, from worlds; by: the angelic hosts never ‘trodyis% 
Countless subjects should yet offer tribute to God... 


As the insect, when charmed by the presence of light, 

Will flit round the bright blaze of ‘the taper at night, — 

So, those bright rolling orbs, that bespangle the sky, 

Revolve round the bright throne in that kingdom on 
high. 


One terrestrial orb, the great Author has blest. 
With his infinite favors above all the rest, 

For this orb, we are told in his volume divine, 
The Creator intended all others should. shine. 


To this earth they are sent as a convoy sublime, 
In her passage across the dark borders of time, 
And as long as the earth on her axis shall turn, 
Her bright watch-fires on high shall continue to burn. | 


In creating this lovely, terrestial bower, » 

God has amply displayed his great wisdom and power; 
He has, also, displayed his affection and zeal, 

As earth’s lowliest subjects have reason to feel. 


On this earth has his presence forever been felt, 
And shall be until time and the elements melt. 

On this earth the Supreme in his glory once trod, 
And, here man first appeared in the image of God. 


4 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 

His revealed will, to man, was, here fully made known, ; 

Here has ripened the fruit of the seed he has sown, 

As the Lord of the harvest, through joys, and throug 
tears, : 

He has garnered the bountiful harvests of years. ve 


The true seed of his Church, brought to blossom and 
bear, 

Here, by Him, was transplanted, and tended with care. 

That celestial exotic still blooming afresh, — 

Through the Spirit of God manifest in the flesh— 


Still, extending her blessings as she has been blest, 

To the weary soul offering shelter and rest, 

Till a Christianized world has acknowledged her worth, 
And her branches have fully encompassed the earth. 


His most wonderful works have been here multiplied, 

And his Only Begotten here suffered and died, 

In the anguish of spirit expired on the tree, 

That all earth’s captive children, at last, might be 
tree... 


Here the Bethlehem star, to the shepherds, betrayed 
The rude crib where the holy child Jesus was laid,— 
The bright fame of that star, like the glory of him, 
Shall remain when the light of all others are dim. 


This bright earth, in her loveliest garments attired, 
Was one that both God and the angels admired, 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. 5 


As, . with form of perfection, unequalled in grace, 


She moved on in her orbit through regions of space. 


With her bright waters ebbing from mountains, and 
plains, | 

The life-giving pulsations from natural veins, 

Bright arterial fountains still flowing apart, 

Still, through natural sources, returned to the heart. 


While at each respiration her oceans, and seas, 

Her liquid breasts heaving in anguish or ease, 
Gently swell with the zephyrs that over them play, 
Or convulse with the tempest and ruffle with spray. 


The whole earth teemed with riches, the waves of the 
deep | | 

Were entrusted with mountains of treasures to keep, 

Hivery flower a jewel, each dewdrop a gem, 

Such as never yet glistened in king’s diadem. 


On her green mountain robes, her blue beds of the sea, 

Her bright spangles were sprinkled profusely and free, 

Thus the sun-gilded robes of pure azure and green, 

Draped the earth when the first man appeared on the 
scene. . 


With his spirit enthroned in a body of clay, 

He was lord of creation with absolute sway, 

To his Maker alone, was allegiance given, 

While he basked in the soul-cheering sunlight of heaven. 





6 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 


From. this. high elevation, he cast himself: down, Pye 
By. denying allegiance to kingdom and, crown, 

Thus, he forfeits all claims to this lordly estaten 
And in open‘rebellion must now abdicate. 


The bright: gates of the once royal gardens are passed, 
And the man has: become a poor vagrant at last, 
The bright embers of love: have expired on his hearth, 
And he wanders a vagabond over the earth. 


Overburdened with sins, and with sorrows: oppressed, 
With the fangs of remorse sinking deep in:his breast, 
As an outcast: from Eden, thus, forced: to depart, © 

While the life-blood has almost congealed to his heart. 


Still, the same God in glory is ruling above; 
The‘same, heaven is displaying her: banners of love; 
The same+generous earth, from her bountiful breast, 
Still offers him, nourishment, raiment and rest. 


But. the: shadows of guilt, the huge: mountains of sin 
Have.so hedged him about, have so compassed him in, 
- From the: altar of love his cold heart is estranged, 
Tul he: fully believes that all nature has changed. 


As a criminal, fearing the force of the law, 

Self-arraigned—self-condemned—ever living im awe, 

He dreads the last summons; fain would shun the 
bright gates 


Where firm justice: still tempered with mercy awaits. 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. % 


So depraved that he seeks darkness rather than light, 

That his sinfulness be not revealed to the sight, 

Like the midnight assassin, whose blood-streaming 
steel, 3 

The dark mantles of night shall assist to conceal. 


While the night lamps of Heaven the vast canopy 
7 crowd, 

The pale star of his fate remains under a cloud, 
When the day-god illumines the world with his smile, 
_ Sinful man remains groping in darkness the while. 


Yet, on life’s arid desert some oasis is found, 
Where the life-cheering waters of pleasure abound, 
- Which the wanderer, over this desolate waste, 
Is forever in search of, and eager to taste. 
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The great Author of life, ever mindful of man, 
As a light, and a guide to life’s huge caravan, 
Points out the green isles, and the bright sparkling 
strand, 
That bestud, and -beskirt this broad ocean of sand. 


As the earth has no desert that has not its green; 

And no midnight so dark but the stars may be 
 * geen ; 

So, life, drear as the desert, and dark as the night, 

Still discloses the lingering traces of light. 





8 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 


By this sole attribute, man ver hopes to retrace 
His iniquitous steps to the threshold of grace ; 
When to ashes life’s smouldering embers shall burn, 
To that haven of glory he hopes to return. 


On the billows of anguish his vessel may bound, 
While the tempest shall burst in its fury around, — 
Though at times half submerged in the waters of grief, 
Or, but narrowly passing some dangerous reef, 


By this light, and this faith, he shall weather the gale, 
Never tacking about, never shifting a sail, 
By the murderous death-rocks, the treacherous shoals, 


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Which life’s ocean conceals for the wrecking of souls. 


Not the trade-winds of woe, the siroccos of pain, 
Which so fiercely oppose him, or languish in vain, 
Nor the turbid inundating waters of sin, 

Can extinguish the light that is burning within. 


Seek the man, where you will, on the land, or the sea, 
In the hut of the slave, or the halls of the free, 
He still bears on his visage the impress divine, 

And the light in his soul still continues to shine. 


When the clouds of adversity darken his sky, 

And the storm- -king is speeding his carnage on high, 
On the horizon, painted in colors serene, 
The bright bow of his promise remains to be seen. 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. — 9 


In the morning of life, when the soul’s genial rays, 
Shall have set all the hill-tops of fancy ablaze ; 
When the pale robes of dawn seem too common and 
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And are cast off for something more lively and 
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When, with pencil of youth, we sketch woodland and 
lawn, “ 

(Which our after years prove have been much over- 
drawn, ) 

How delightful this fanciful vision appears, 

Unto eyes yet undimined by the shadows of years. ; 


While on nature’s broad canvas, thus deftly arrayed. 
The glad sunlight conceals all the traces of shade, | 
If one cloud on the canvas our eyes may behold, 

It is painted with borders of silver and gold. 


In the well-defined colors this landscape is seen, | 

There is azure above, and beneath there is green, 
While just in the beautiful background, somewhere, 
Our magnificent castles are built in the air. 


When at last we arrive at our zenith of years, 
Still more lovely the rich golden sunset appears, 
With what longings we turn to the beautiful west, 
The bright sundown of life, the sure haven of rest, 





10 ‘CELESTIAL LIGHT. 


A whole lifetime of fancies would seem to combine, — 
In portraying those few closing years of decline, 
All the powers of the soul seem conspired to engage, | 
And to comfort those last weary footsteps of age. 


On the borders of life, as we linger to cast 

The fond glances of love o’er the joys of the past, 

Through the twilight of age, from the hoar hills of | 
time, 


To look back on youth’s ever: delectable are 


With what mingled emotions the bosom now fills, 
As we gaze from the top of time’s frost-covered hills, 
Whose pale lengthening shadows, like spectres of woe, 
Are extending athwart the green valleys below. 


A few steps’in advance lies that’ echoless shore, © 
Where this life’s fitful visions shall greet us no more, 
While just: back in our wake lies that silent ravine, 
Beyond which, the still visible past may be seen. 


To life’s soldier thus called to relinquish his breath, 
At the frowning, impregnable ramparts of death, . 
In communion with self, on the eve of the strife, 
How deceptive appear the vain glories of life. 


As the mind wanders back o’er the battle-scarred plain, 
While reviewing his wearisome earthly campaign, 

How his lost hopes appear like the phantoms of dread, 
As their skeletons bleach on the fields of the dead. 


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By the slain, he can see where. pee columns were 
formed, by ex 
Where fierce: charges were made; and strong works 

have been stormed, 
Where successful advance, or the fatal retreat, mm 
Have, by turns, led to triumph, or rout and defeat. 


He can see where the strong, in the battles of life, 

Have gone down in their strength in the midst of the 
strife; 

He can see how the honors, attending the brave, 

Are neglected, and finally lost in the grave: 


While he thinks, as the scenes of the shadowy past, 
Are recalled to his memory painfully. fast, 

That, perhaps in his striving for earthly renown, 
He has forfeited claims to a kingdom and crown. 


Can the pale wreath of fame, that encircles his crest, 
Still the many tumultuous doubts in his breast? 
Can the wages of sin—an unholy increase— : 
Procure for his soul that triumphant release? 


Can his final reward be consistently large, 
When, through death, he obtains his eternal. dis- 


charge? 
_ With reflections like these—with misgivings and doubt, 
The grim soldiers of life shall be all mustered out. 





12 CELESTIAL. LIGHT, 


As the will-o’-the-wisp leads the wanderer of night - 
On to danger, and death, by its treacherous light, 
So, Fame, fickle goddess, with courtesan wiles, mm 
Lures her votaries on with false favors and smiles. 


She weaves her Brent chaplets from ivies that twine 
O’er the cot where the orphan and widow répine, 

She culls her gay colors from field. and from flood, 
Manured with corruption, or crimsoned with blood, 


Which, when highly perfumed by her poisonous breath, 
Are more fatal, by far, than the simoon of death, 

While she waves them aloft over fields that are red 
With the streaming life current of dying, and dead. 


Yet her eager aspirants, like demons of ire, 
Behold only the objects to which they aspire, 
Disregarding the welfare of body, and soul, 
They are only intent on obtaining the goal. 


If vain mortals who strive for the garlands of fame, 

‘Knew the cost, and the actual worth of the same, | 

Her right ardent adherents. would doubtless be few, 

And her garlands might wither on fields where they 

grew. 

Let the hero behold the alembic of gore 

‘Through all ages distilled from the ocean and shore, 

And the red rust might cover his death-dealing blade, 


When his heart and his hand had relinquished the 
trade. 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. 13 


Let the monarchs of earth, in their clamor for gain, 

Only pause to consider the ages of pain— 

The vast armies of maimed, the huge mountains of 
slain, 

And the numberless treasuries emptied in vain. 


Their mailed hands would instinctively shrink from the 
grasp 
Of the sceptre as from the huge coil of an asp. 
The rich ermine of monarchs, the crown and the mace, 
Would be spurned, by the beggar, as things of dis- 
grace. 


Could the millions who throng on life’s great thorough- 
af fare, 
See at once all the burdens their shoulders must. bear, 
The most valiant of heart might despair at the load, 
And the strongest of limb might sink down on the 
road. 


But that God who is able the tempest to calm, 

Who hath tempered the fierce wind to suit the shorn 
lamb, 

Hath endowed us with strength, and the courage to 
bear 

Our allotted amount of misfortune and care. 


And perhaps it is well that false lights should appear, 
Giving birth to new hope, and dispelling vain fear. | 





14 CELESTIAL LIGHT.. 


Never grieve for the future, but ponder and wait, val 
For the trials of life shall come never too late. © 


Let us cease to lament over troubles in store, | 
And dispel the dark shadows of care from the door, 
Let us build our air castles, no matter how tall, 
For few mortals shall ever be crushed by their fall. 


If the hopes we have built on, at times disappear, 
Demolishing all the proud structures we rear, 
New hopes and new fancies we still have in store, 
To be used in the rapid construction of more. 


Shall it profit a man to sit down and complain, | 
Over life’s disappointments, temptations and pain? 
Take the world as it is, be it none of the best, 
Do your duty like men—trust in God for the rest. 


An eclipse of the soul may obscure all the rays 

That have gladdened our visions in happier days, 

Yet no soul should despond when with sorrows o’er- | 
cast, 

The return of pure sunlight is certain at last. 


When occasional shadows have passed from the mind, — 
Let no gloomy remembrances linger behind, 

From the sunshine of pleasure ’tis folly to cast 

On the world, one reflection for things of the past. 


CELESTIAL: LIGHT. 15 


We have loved her caresses, .in seasons of: yore, 

In her moments of grief we should love her the more, 
Her afflictions should cause us the keenest regret, 
And her foibles we all should forgive and forget. 


When the sun first came wooing this lovely, young 
earth, 

So enraptured with maidenly beauty and worth, 

The fond-hearted, confiding young lover became, 

That his countenance seemed all aglow with the flame. 


Like a blushing young maid she received his advances, 
Her fair face reflecting reciprocal glances. 

If he kissed her ’twas bliss—if he toyed with her tresses 
She frowned not, but seemed to enjoy his. caresses. . 


Though artless and young, she was quick to discover 
Those traits she admired in her ardent young lover, 
She could read in his heart, she could see in his eyes, 
An affection that seemed to be born of the skies. 


Long ages have rolled since the days of their plighting, 
The earth has been prone to coquetting and slighting, 
Has allowed, it is said, other sparks to attend her, 
Kelipsing, at times, the bright sun in his splendor. 


But the wanton young maid, the most. beautiful flame, 
Becomes in her dotage a withered old dame; 

And the earth, with the wrinkles of time on her face, 
May have lost much of maidenly. beauty and grace. 


16 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 


Yet deep in her heart, beyond mortal’s discerning, 
The flames of affection are silently burning, | 
Bright embers of love are aglow at the centre, 
Where freezing forgetfulness seeks not to enter, 


A halo of friendship around her still lingers, 
That Calumny’s tongue, nor Oblivion’s fingers, 
The malice of one, nor the craft of the other, 
Has ever been able to darken, or smother. 


Amid turmoils unceasing, through numberless years, 
Amid elements striving, ’mid jostling of spheres, 

In the shades of reproach, or the glitter of fame, 
The warm glow of their friendship is always the same. 


Still, the bright orb of day, in his course through the 
skies, 

Warms the earth with the fire from his love-lighted 
eyes. 

With a blush on her face, and with love in her breast, 

She still watches him out at the gate in the west. 


‘Tis the type of a union that worlds can not sever, 
The light of a love that endureth forever, 

And, how blest is the mortal who basks in that love, - 
And that light everlasting, that comes from above. 


Since the receding shades of perpetual night 

First retreated before the great vanguard of light, 
And the visible shores of time’s beacon-lit isle 
Were made glad by the mighty Discoverer’s smile; 





CELESTIAL LIGHT. iby, 


Since the flag-ship of light, by celestial winds driven, 
And displaying the royal ensign of Heaven, 

In advance of the squadron, bore down on the shore 
Over waters no sail ever whitened before. 


In the offing, at anchor, that bright fleet has lain, © 
In full view of the land, while afloat on the main, 
Where their binnacle lamps shall continue to burn, 
‘Till the Admiral orders their final return. 


Omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent God, 

By thy light, and thy glory reflected abroad, 

That bright heavenly world with its visions of bliss, 
Have been clearly, successfully mirrored im this. 


Inexhaustible source of perpetual light, 

Far transcending the bounds of our natural sight, 
Thou hast set all the works of creation ablaze 
With thy luminous presence, thy infinite rays. 


While above, or around us, wherever we turn, 
The bright beams of thy glory we clearly discern; 
Roam abroad as we will, o’er the land or the sea, 
Still that light omnipresent bears witness of thee. 


Go explore the dark caverns of mountain and glen, 
Seek those desolate shores never trodden by men, 
There is light in the darkest and gloomiest spot, 


Though the darkness at times comprehendeth it not. 
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18 CELESTIAL LICHT. 


Intellectual light, the bright basis of joy, | 
Though by man intermingled with basest alloy, 
With bright hands was extracted from primitive ore, 
Or was washed from the sands of that heavenly shore. 


As an unalloyed metal of infinite worth, 

'Tis the medium, common, of heaven, and earth, : 
‘Tis a component part of the creative plan, Be 
"Tis an essence pertaining to Maker and man, 


"Tis a fountain whose channel shall never run dry, 

Whose bright course may be traced’ through the mead- 
ows on high; 

Whose meandering waters incessantly flow 

To enliven these beautiful valleys below. 


"Tis a reflected light from the mansions of love, 

By celestial hands set in the windows above, 

"Tis the sun-burst of glory, the light of that throne, 
The grand centre of numberless worlds like our own. 


"Tis the pure lamp of wisdom, whose rays may be 
found 

Interspersed through the darkness that gathers around, 

Where strict investigation has certainly shown, 

livery ray forms a separate light of its own. 


‘Trace each separate light to its source, and we find 
Them united in forming the light of the mind; 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. 19 


And again disconnected, each’ ray will appear 
As‘ complete, and distinct, in its separate sphere. 


There is ‘one special light which we everywhere’ find 
Occupying a prominent place in the mind, 

It is memory’s watch-fire, that time has not dimmed, 
That our fond recollection has guarded, and trimmed. 


As around this pale watch-fire we linger to gaze 
On the light of our earlier happier days, 

When the sun of the past has eternally set, 
Though his refracted rays may be visible yet, 


The bright scenes of the past, when that sun has 
declined, 

Like the auroral lights stream back over the mind, 

And with blissful emotions unequalled before, 

We enjoy their beatified presence once more. 


By these embers the wandering exile may doze, 

As, relieved for a time of life’s burdens and woes, 
While his feet claim a respite,’ his fancies may roam 
All unbridled in quest of the pleasures of home. 


Life’s tempestuous autumn, her winter of age, 

With her frosts, and her snows to congeal and assuage, 
Neither distance, nor time, can obscure or control 
That unquenchable -home-light that shines in the soul. 





20. CELESTIAL LIGHT, 


Though our eyes may grow dim, and our bodies decay, — 
As we. totter along down life’s wearisome way, , mm 
Till these tenement windows no longer convey mm 
To SHER ene ope the splendors of day; mm’ 


Though, ‘from eaenie home and kindred our lives 
may be past, : . : ae : 
Till we stand upon time's extreme borders at last, 
Though our hearts Bey) grOW cold, and our forms: be- 
3 come bowed, | ieee ; 
As we wait the cold welcome of coffin and shroud 


Yet, the wanderer stretched on a death-bed of pain, 
Will yearn for the home of his childhood again; 

The pale vision of age would appear to renew, 

As the mind wanders back from a final review. 


For the eye is still faithful, the heart is still young, 
Whenever those home-scenes are painted or sung, — 
And the last tearful glances, the heart’s latest throes, 
Will reveal the soul’s sad separation from those. 


Well described in that bright consent of youth, 
Are the. fixed stars of ne Love, Virtue and 
Truth, | | 

In the orbit of home, and distinetly « dating 
They are plainly marked down on the map of the mind. 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. 21 
There is one light, as all those who seek may discover, 
Wooves the spirit of man like a natural lover, 
"Tis an impartial light which we justly may call 
The inherent, the God-given birthright of all. 


Without it in wealth the proud monarch may grovel, 
His’ throne more abject—less secure—than a hovel, 

With his head ill at ease though supporting a crown, 
And reclining at will upon pillows of down. 


With this light in his breast, though by charity fed, 
With the green earth beneath, the blue sky overhead, 
The rude, indigent, wandering beggar may own, 

And enjoy greater wealth than the king on his throne. 


‘Man inherits: this light from his Maker divine, 
Through an infant baptism at liberty’s shrine ; 
He has courted this light from the hour of his birth; 
He shall ee this star to the ends of the earth. 


Tis a Peivenly light <i sie sean 

It pervades every heart, it extends to all lands; 

Tis a fire that once kindled, and fanned to a flame, 
Will burn on undiminished forever the same. 


In the gloom of the dungeon whose stifling breath, 

May be freighted at times with the choke-damp of 
death, 

It is liberty’s only specific for pains, 

That ‘still glows in the heart of the captive in chains. 


22 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 





God .was pleased to, bestow it, and.earth never can 
Crush this. undying, light from. the, spirit of man. Ar: 
Let her forge the strong links—let her fasten, the ohaice 
There’s a power that shall rend all her fetters in, twain. 


Bind the body in chains, still the spirit will soar _ 
To the unclouded heights where it rested before, — 
‘Till the soul and, the body, united, receive ese 
From the strong arm of death, a. triumphant reprieve. 


With the. force of an earthquake, whose terrible shock 
Ever potent to fissure the primitive rock, — pt: 
We see liberty bursting, at. times, from the ground 
Where no previous trace of her light had been found. 


Where, through numberless years; of oppression, and 
night, 

‘She had waited the grand resurrection of light, 

For some omen of good, to appear in the skies; 

And some guardian angel to bid her arise. 


Though this. goddess of light for a time may expire, 
And her. foes may rejoice round her funeral pyre, 
Her oppressors may trample her .time-hallowed sod. 
In derision to man—and insulting to God !— 


Until, through, some upheaval of national strife, 

Her long slumbering ashes awake with new life, 
And political, voleanic..turmoils of men, | 
Shall, have. thrown her alive to the surface again. 


CELESTIAL LIGHT. 23 


With this light in his breast, the lone sentry will tread 
The most. wearisome beat on the field of the dead, 

The dark hours of the night will be seemingly brief, 
While he waits for the morning, and hopes for relief. 


And the morning may break with the canopy red 
Looking down on a field of the dying and dead, 
While the black clouds of war fill the sulphurous air, 
And the elements join in a wail of despair. 


Yet he heeds not their wailings, beholds not the gloom, 
For he fears neither death nor a warrior’s tomb, 
No sweet siren. of peace his brave spirit can tame, 
While this heaven-born light shall his bosom inflame. 


The dread Angel of Death, in habiliments pale, 

May have spread her white wings on the boisterous 
gale. 

She may check his advance, she may hold him at Ried 

But the heart of the hero death can not dismay. 


While the pure light of liberty shines in the soul, 

The wild tempest may beat, and the war clouds may 
roll, 

In the front line of battle that hero will be, 

. With his strong arm still raised in defence of the free. 


There is one peerless light in humanity’s breast, 

With unlimited rays more admired than the rest; 
"Tis a light. that is earth-born, and still. is divine, 
It arrives at no zenith, and knows no decline. 


24 CELESTIAL LIGHT. 





’Tis a light with no orbit, it rolls like the wave, a 
And its limits are found in the cradle, and grave. a 
Though an undying light, like our natural breath 
It must stop on the banks of the river of death. 


‘Tis the pure light of Hope whose benevolent beams 
Lend enchantment to man’s multifarious dreams; __ 
Tis to keep off the goblins of sorrow and care, 

And to buoy up the spirit, when plunged in despair. 


Tis a lamp the Eternal keeps hung on the wall, 
While the night shades obscure this terrestrial ball ; 
Tis the morning star seen in the twilight of oray, 
That shall herald ue coming of eternal au 


Tough the aie waves of raicfore may roll 

Till their waters shall almost inundate the soul, — 

That bright beacon of hope, from the shores of the 
blest, 


Shall conduct us at last to a harbor of rest. 


Nihanan Hope be elena ‘e limited powers. - 
-Are still strictly confined to this planet of ours; 

Though a light on the earth, and a joy to our eyes, 
Her bright rays never pierce the deep blue of the skies. 


There is no place for hope on those heavenly plains, 
In that kingdom where perfect reality reigns; 

Where the spirits of light, with the angels acquire 
That perfection in bliss toward which mortals aspire. 


PGRLES TIAL BIGHT. O95 


. As the rainbow appears, to the natural eye, 

To be based on the mountains and spanning the sky, 
-So, Hope, to the spirit confined in the clod, 

May appear to be based on the blue hills of God. 


’Tis, alone, by us grovelling mortals of earth, 

That this light is considered of infinite worth, ' : 
And to us, who in dangers and darkness must grope, 
How exquisitely sweet are the pleasures of Hope. 


When we search the etherial fields of the mind, 
With the eyes of the. spirit, we easily find 

That the diverging rays of that light we so love, 
Are as countless as stars in the blue fields above. 


’Tis the light of the soul, in the port of the heart, ’ 
While full vessels of life freight, arrive ‘and depart; 
Like the pulse of the heart, with diminishing speed, 
The fond hopes of this life, still advance and recede. 


When bright hopes, whose reality seemed to be sure, 
By the clouds of misfortune, are rendered obscure, 
With serene resignation, with glances so fond, 

We view still brighter hopes in the clear sky beyond. 


It is thus with the uncertain lights of the earth, 

ft is thus with our hopes that have natural birth, 
While they court our advances, and smile to deceive, 
They disdain our embraces, and leave us to grieve, 





. 26 WCELES TIAL LIGHT. 


There’s one light, and opt still ae a 
decay, Sree ch el q 
That shall last till the heavens. at earth pass” epee ‘a 
'Tis the unfading hope of salvation. through him: — ae 
Whose bright, redeeming e.oniGd shall never ery dim. 
'Tis the light of a Saviour, hose sanctified birth | ‘ 
Has dispersed the dark clouds from a ‘sin-stricken 
‘earth ; atiky 
"Tis the hope that has sprung from the blood that was 
shed 
On the cross, where a crucified Saviour has bled. 


Tis our Bethlehem star, when our burdens of care, 
And our sins shall become too oppressive to bear; 
The Golgotha where souls under sentence receive, 
Through unmerited grace, full and final reprieve. 


The true Christian afloat on life’s perilous wave, 

With firm faith in his pilot, the dangers will brave, 

Far beyond these rough.waters where angry winds 
cease, 

There is light for his soul in that harbor of peace. 


While the worldling, at times, ori be greatly oe 
If relying, for safety, on frail. human aid, 

_ For his arm will be: powerless, his courage will fail, 
And his unguided craft can not weather the gale. — 








CELESTIAL LIGHT. 27 


He may know of, the gulf-streams of pleasure that. flow 
Unmingled across. this broad ocean of woe— 
He may know of the trade-winds that constantly sweep 
Other portions of life’s ever turbulent deep. | 


He may know there is light, he may know there is 
rest, , 
Still beyond these rough waves in that port of the 
blest; 
He may look to the compass, and study the chart, 
ill .its lines are indelibly. stamped on his heart. 


And yet, with no light—with no pilot on high, 
When the storms of this life gather dark in his sky, 
He may err in his reckoning—err in his log, 

He may founder at sea, or get lost in a fog. 


In one light there is. safety——no safety. beside, 
There is only one trustworthy Pilot to guide, 
And that trustworthy Pilot is able to keep 

His log-books correct with the chart of the deep! 


How our natural minds will at times become stirred, 
As we read, and reflect, on that wonderful Word, — 
For the shadows of doubt will at times be removed, 
And. the soul’s unbelief will be strongly reproved. 


Yet, man’s spirit, when left unsupported and lone, 
To distrusting, and doubting,.by nature is prone; 


fs ile 
7] Me harerts S CELESTIAL’ LIGHT. | mes, be 
‘ : ya! a ys ; 
Reo conviction we see him still sane aloof, © Be se 


eee surrounded with tg. and confronted with 
ee ae 


It has ever been thus—it was even so when = 

The true Word was made flesh and sojourned among ; ‘2 
men; 

‘They could witness his works, as he ante ed about, 

On his mission of mercy, and yet, they could doubt. 

The poor Galilee fishermen, doubtless, could stand, 

And witness the miracles wrought by his hand ; 

They’ could see how vast eet were raised from 

: the dead, | | ie 

How the naked were clothed, and the nunge were 
fed. 


How the lepers were cleansed, and the lame made to 
walk, | 1S 
And the blind made to see, and the dumb made to 
“talk, ee 
Kven, yet, while they stood overcome with surprise, 
Doubt still dwelt in their hearts, and beclouded their 
eyes. 


Whether Gentile, or Jew, whether Hebrew, or Greek, 
Though the spirit was willing, the body was weak; 
Both the sinner and saint—the profane, the devout— 
Were at times overcome by the shadows of doubt. 











CREESTIAL TAGHT. 29 


His own chosen disciples grew faint in the strife, 
Though supplied with the bread, and the waters of life; 
While they saw their Redeemer reviled; and betrayed, 
They were shaken in faith, and were sorely afraid. 


As from Calvary’s summit, so gory and red, 

With the sins of the world bearing down on his head, 
While they see his tried spirit in anguish depart, 
They are sorely afflicted, and heavy of heart. 


In the light of his. presence they rested secure, 
While they fully believed their salvation was sure; 
When they saw the dread powers of the wicked prevail, 
Those most valiant in faith were the soonest to fail. 


When they saw how the sepulchre, false to its trust, 
Had been quick to surrender his sanctified dust, 

When they saw his cold limbs from the tree taken down, 
When they saw him ascend from the Cross to a Crown, 


Their tried spirits once more with fresh hopes were 
imbued, ; 

And to him their allegiance again was renewed. 

In the fulness of joy they make haste to proclaim, 

Of the glories attached to stu wonderful name. 


Por the sins of the world he was ready to bleed. 
Which has shown him to be the Good Shepherd indeed; 
When they saw his exceeding regard for his flock, 
Their true faith in that Shepherd was firm as the rock. 










30 CELESTIAL TI Gi... 


ith, accusers, it seems, had unwittingly sowght, © ce 
Through his death, to disgrace the religion he ae ‘| 
They intended to prove him unable’ to save’ ~~ a 
His own body, at least, from the power ‘of the: > grave. a i 


From nee own hearts, they suffered rebuke, aN 7 
they found oe ae 
Persecution and death to his glory redound; 
When they saw the strong seal of the sepulchre burst, 
They could see their last error was worse than the 
first. eS 


Time rolls swiftly along in his course never stayed, — 

And the blossoms of empire have bloomed and de- 
cayed; ” , 

Generations of men, like the bubbles of spray, 

On those deep rolling waters, are passing away. 


The warm suns of full eighteen broad centuries bright, - 
Have gone down in the shadows of eternal night; 
Still his angry accusers are loud in their wail; 
Still, their false accusations are heard on the gale; a 


Still the wicked are swift, with the scourge and the 
rod, 3 | | 

Persecuting the Only Begotten of God; 

Still the tongue of derision is swift to revile — 

That religion which calumny'can not defile. 





CELESTIAL LIGHT. : 31 


By the penitent soul, the fierce rabble is heard, 
Still reproaching, and doubting the truth of that’ word. 
The inferior scope of our natural sight 

Can not measure those rays of superior light. 


’Tis alone the partakers of heavenly grace, 

Who, with soul unto soul; and with face unto face, 
Having shared, after seasons of anguish and loss, 
With a Saviour, the fruits of that death on the cross. 


Only those who have cast off the burdens of grief, 

Can enjoy the exquisite delights of relief; 

Only those who withdraw from the world’s wicked 
strife, | 

Shall partake of the blessings of eternal life. 


Unto such, the Redeemer still seen in the flesh, 
With the wounds of the cross ever bleeding afresh, 
Is both known, and received as an envoy of love, 
An embassador sent from that kingdom above. 


But he wears neither scarlet, nor plaiting of thorns, 
He is free from the world, with its scoffs, and its scorns, 
Neither fearing the earth with her sinful conclave, 

Nor her dreaded triune of Death, Hell, and the Grave. 


The bright legate of heaven is recalled to the throne, 
4nd the fruits of his mission are fully made known, 





And, moreover, a grand spentakin withal, 
The deep wrongs he endured from the vile and | u 


i Pm. 
ft oe r meetin 

eo cits 
ni ; Cag: a 










Have shown him as ory of heavetl ya trust. es 


See the light of his presence beam full on our sig 

Before called to the last cold embraces of night; 
May our undying spirits awake from the clay — 
To oe in the splendors = eternal Gah 


“April 4th, 1872, 





PAKATAKAN. 


[Pakatakan was an old Indian village located near where the village of Mar- 
garetville now stands. In 1863, the inhabitants of Margaretville held the Cen- 
tennial Anniversary of its settlement by the whites. The following poem was, 
written and read on the occasion. ] 


To the Council of the Pale-face: 

Pakatakan, the departed, sendeth greetings. The 
spirit of her fathers shall preside over your councils, 
their words of wisdom shall be heard among you, 
like the sound of far-off waters—sounding mighty in 


the past, feebly echoed in the present, dying in the. 


distant future, to be heard no more forever. 


TuoucH the pale-face pay her homage— 
Offer tribute to. her worth, 

Yet the footprints of her children 
Have been blotted from the earth. 


He may treasure up her legends 
Safely in his heart and head, 
May again revive traditions, 
But he can not wake the dead. 





34  PAKATAKAN. 


They are gathered to their fathers, 
Nor can man avert his doom. 

Lo! the chieftain now reposes 

In an unremembered tomb. | 


Yes! the snows of many winters 
Have dissolved above their clay, 

Have obliterated traces ae: / Soe 
Of their national» decays 8 > 6 | 


Thus the golden bowl is broken, 
It hes buried in the sand, 

And a nation hath departed | 
To the far off spirit land. 


While the pale-face speaks in council— . 
Speaking with historic lore, ; 

Shall compare the mighty present 
With the unforgotten yore; 


While he vainly tries to rescue 

Our traditions from decay, | 
He should ponder, should remember, | 
_ That ‘he, too, must pass away. 


Should remember. the Great Spirit. ©. 
From the regions of the sky, —— 

Very wisely hath appointed it 
For ‘all men once to die.” 








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PAKATAKAN. © . 35 


The Great Spirit spoke creation, 
Into being called the light. 

He commanded that the morning 
Should be followed by the night. 


The bright sun which climbs the heavens 
Roams through ether for a day, 

Passes into night and darkness, 
Passes, like our lives, away. 


One day’s sun has scarce departed 
Hre another takes its place, 

Wanders o’er the trackless desert, 
Through the boundless realms of space. 


How this world was first created, 
Or how many moons ago, 

Our traditions do not tell us, 
And the red man does not know. 


But the spirit of the red man, 

By the Master Spirit taught, 
Hath a comprehensive vision 

Of the wonders he has wrought. 


Sacred writings, which the pale-face 


Hath acknowledged to be true, 
Even as the red man’s spirit 
Now declareth unto you. 


36 


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OTe Soe eR Re AeA 


(PAKATAKAN. | ee 


On the morning of creation, | | 
Ye have read, when time began, 

That this broad green earth was fashioned 
For the dwelling-place of man. 


The rising sun beheld him first 
In Eden’s lovely bower, 

The whole broad earth, at present, 
Beareth record of his power. 


Yea! she also beareth record 
Of his natural decay, 

And, as Time’s unerring index 
Points to what has passed away. 


Ye may ponder o’er the ruins 
Of the cities of the dead, 
But ye only see the body 
When the soul thereof has fled. 


Ye may seek for ancient Babel, 
For her ponderous remains, 

But her greatness is a fable, 
She lies level with the plains. 


While the pilgrim, as he journeys 
To the far off Holy Land, 

With his feet well shod with sandals, 
With his scrip and staff in hand; 


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PAKATAKAN. . : 37 


While he rambles o’er the mountains, 
Through the valleys, by the coasts, 

Would appear to search for footprints 
Of th’ Almighty God of hosts. 


He ascends the Mount of Olives 
Where a Jesus knelt in prayer, 

There is much to interest him, 
But he finds no footprints there. 


The blood is washed from Calvary 
With heaven descending dews, 

He sees the cross, no longer, 
Hrected by the Jews. 


Lo! the mighty tribes of Judah 
Have all lain them down to rest, 
They are sleeping in the vineyards 
Which their husbandmen have dressed. 


While old Time still rolls his billows, 
Yea! and shall forever more, 

Washing every human footprint 
From his sands along the shore. 


Lo! the red man once was mighty, 
And his lands were broad and free, 

Yea! his hunting grounds extended 
From the mountains to the sea. 


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: dee et Cr na a tt uk PY 

> Siena. Laker Wy ta Hee eet ka , he r 

hese Seeger Fa : * e a by 


PAKA L. AKAN. 


But the remnant of his nation, 
Which at present. ye behold, - 

Is the shadow of a substance 
That lies sleeping in the mould. 


Sleeping in the womb of nature, 
Till the earth, on which ye tread, 
By the hecatomb of ages, 
Shall be pregnant with the dead. 


While the spirit of the red man 
Holdeth counsel with you here, 

Lo! his sleeping dust reposes — 
With your hardy pioneer. 


Karth shall, hold. them in her bosom is 


Till the great and final day, 
Till the overruling spirit 
Shall reanimate their clay. 


Yes, in death’s exhaustless quiver 
Ye may all behold ihe dart gaa 

Which shall enter every bosom, 
Which shall poison every hea 


But the mountains, and the valleys, 


Which conceal their sleeping dust, : 


Shall all travail, and bear issue, 
Shall deliver up their trust, 








PAKATAKAN. 39 


When the chieftain, and the pale-face, 
Shall awaken hand in hand, 

And shall journey on together 
To the far off spirit land. 


Then remember that the red man, 
With a hand as firm as you, 

Oyer.Jordan’s troubled waters 
Shall yet paddle his canoe. 


- Though they leave the verdant meadows, 
And the hunting grounds they love, 
In the spirit they shall wander 

Through the azure fields above. 


Though their nation be extinguished, 

' And ye see them here no more, 

They still shall smoke the calumet 
Upon the other shore. 


' “And thus Pakatakan leaves you— 


Parts with you in peace, and love, 
And she hopes some day to meet you 
At the council-fire above. 





THE GREAT UNSEEN. 


- All nations, and all ages, have been deeply impressed with the supremacy of ; 
a Great Unseen. ae : 


Waite chaos reigned, and darkness, like a pall, 
Still spread her sable mantle over all; 

While uncreated things were wrapped in sleep, 
The Great Unseen presided o’er the deep. 


But, lo! he speaks, and, at his mighty voice, 

The light appears, and worlds on worlds rejoice ; 

At his command the starry hosts, sublime, — 

Speed onward in their destined course through time. 


His laws supreme are stamped on nature’s heart, 
‘Nor can one atom from his laws depart ; | 
Five thousand years and more have passed away, — 
And only sinful man dare disobey. 


‘Tis strange the fairest structure of his hands, 
Alone, should disregard his strict commands; 
Should break the law thus given him to keep, 
Cause earth to tremble, and all heaven to weep. 





THE GREAT UNSEEN. Al 


_ Alone created with a form divine, 

A soul celestial ever more to shine, 
Lord of creation, fairest flower of earth, 
The only creature of immortal birth. 


Sole occupants of Kden’s lovely bowers, 

With naught to do but tend the fruit and flowers, 
In love divine, in harmony to dwell, 

Secure from outward harm—but, lo, they fell! 


The woman first rebelled, and. from that hour, 
Death and corruption were her only dower; 
Man next rebelled, her load of guilt to share, 
And thus a future world was sunk in care. 


The vilest worm that crawls in filth, and dust, 
Fulfils his destined mission meek, and just, 
His Maker’s laws and precepts all obey, 

And fills a more exalted sphere than they. 


And shall degraded man, corrupt, and vile, 
Receive henceforth his great Creator’s smile? 
Can rebels to the cause of heaven still trust 
The mercy of a Power supreme and just? 


Whose heav’nly mandates fill, whose presence swell 
The subject realms of heaven, of earth and hell; 
Who mounts the raging tempest in his wrath, 
While flames of vengeance flash along his path. 


42 THE GREAT UNSEEN. eS 


At his approach rebellious sons of clay 
Withdraw in consternation and dismay; , co 
Their minds, henceforth, are filled wi doubts yt 4 
fears, 4 
But, lo! in time the Son of man appears. 


No. downy folds surround his natal bed, 

Born in a manger where the cattle fed, 

Mid thorns, and briars, destined long to tread, 
Without one spot to rest his weary head. 


The scoffs and scorns, of unbelievers vile, 
Were heaped upon his sacred head the while : 
And now. the great and trying hour at hand, 
Offended Justice makes his last demand. 


To this demand his. only Son complies, 

And on the cross a bleeding Saviour dies! 
Clouds gather, o’er a world convulsed with pain; 
The temple’s holy vail is rent in twain. 


Offended Justice satisfied, at ene 

Becomes the lowly Christian’s hope and strength | 
In thorny paths, o’er burning sands they roam, 
Thirsty and faint, bereft of friends and home. 


Temptation’s snares before their feet are spread, 
Clouds of despair may darken overhead, 

Beyond all worldly ken they still descry 
Their beacon-light bright shining from on high. 








THE -GREAT. :«WUNSEEN. 43 


They suffer stripes, nor flinch beneath the rod, 
When racked with pain they meekly trust in God; 
Chained to the stake the martyr’d saint expires, _ 
A Saviour’s love his bleeding bosom fires. 


Bound in his narrow cell the pilgrim lies, 
Phantoms of darkness flit before his eyes, 
Though prison bars o’ershadow him with gloom, 
The light of hope his darkest hours illume. 


Or, like Apostle Paul secure in chains, 
Careering on old ocean’s vast domains, 
When raging billows lash his trembling bark, : 
And to the bottom sends his little ark. 


When, from her heaving bosom,: with a roar, 
She casts the shipwrecked pilgrim on the shore, 
While salt tears spdrkle on the briny deep, 

She yields the treasure which she can not keep. 


Though warring elements may spread alarm, 
Yet, from his immost soul he fears no harm. 
He knows there is a Power to shield the just, 
And in that Power he places all his trust. 


The mountain shepherd, as he tends his flock, 
Bends low his knees upon the mossy rock, 
While to the God of heaven his prayers arise, 
To that Unseen who rules above the skies. 


44 THE GREAT UNSEEN. 


For strength of hope, behold the couch of death! 
The dying Christian draws. his latest breath, | 
With no regret to leave a world like this; | 
He greets the dread unknown, the dark abyss. 


When anxious friends are weeping by his side, 
He calmly bids those scalding tears be dried. 
- With eyes of faith, he penetrates the gloom 
That shades the confines of the narrow tomb. 


The vilest wretch that dwells on land or flood, 
At times will feel to own there is a God! 

When waves in fury wash the lonely deck, 

And storm-fiends howl in anguish o’er the wreck; 


When not one single hope of life remains, 

His blood-stained soul is fiercely rent with pains; 
Sunk on his knees, to heaven he lifts his eyes, 
And to the God of mercy wildly cries. 


The forest chief may roam the desert wild, 
Yet Mother Nature owns her rugged child; 
No written precepts doth his mind control, 
But nature’s laws possess his very soul, 


When plenty reigns, and autumn’s sunny days 
Smile o’er his hunting grounds, and fields of maize, 
Or autumn winds the forest branches nod, , 
His prayers he offers to the red man’s God. 


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LHE GREAT UNSEEN. 


With bow well strung, and quiver at his back, 
The chieftain brave pursues the foeman’s track, 
While kindred spirits haunt his troubled breast, 
The cry of vengeance will not let him rest. 


Fierce as the wounded tiger in his ire, 


With breast of steel, and eyes of liquid fire, 
His daring front no human power can quail, 
With tempest speed he darts along the trail. 


But when the storms of heaven ’round him lower, 
He bows submissive to a sovereign power 

When thunders bellow wildly overhead, | 

His nerves relax, his courage all has fled. 


_, Low to the earth he bows his trembling form, 








Before the angry spirit of the storm; 
His aching breast supports his trembling hands, 
Imploringly he looks to spirit lands. 


Those to whom revelations are unknown, | 


Who bow their heads to gods of wood and stone, 


From nature, own a power supremely high, 
Which their false gods will clearly testify. 


O, Power divine, disperse the shades of night! 
Fill all thy subjects with true Christian light! 
Teach us to banish idols from the view, 
Reject false gods, and worship but the true! 


45 - 


46 THE GREAT UNSEEN. 


In searching all the whole creation round, re 
If there one solitary soul be found, : 


Who lives, and moves, and passes life away, ~~ 


Who knows no God, nor fears the judgment-day, — ae 


To him how dreadful will the summons seem, = 
When from death’s cold but transitory dream, 
With all the slumbering nations, yet unborn, 
To waken at the resurrection morn. 


When lurid flames shall earth and hell devour, — 


And all things melt before his sovereign power; a 


When starry hosts shall from their orbits fall, 
The heavens shall roll together like a scroll.” 


When islands sink beneath the raging flood, 
When suns turn dark, and moons become as blood, 
All human doubts shall vanish on that day, 
All earth, and hell, shall tremble and obey. 


OQ, thou Unseen, whose absence we deplore, 
Light all thy beacons on the other shore; 

Speak to the waves, bid their commotions cease, 
And guide us safely to that port of peace. 





SOBER REFLECTIONS. ’ 


PAR eT 


The imaginary pleasures of earth are the follies of man—the true value of 
time, or life, death, and immortality. 


THERE are charms in reflection no: power can reveal, 

There are pangs in connection no power can conceal, 

The bright dreams of the past, which afford us such 
Joy, 

Are with shadows o’ercast which must ever annoy. 


Those moments of sadness, those joys, although faded, 
Still rest in the bosoms that once they invaded. 
And shall they enchant us till life shall be o’er? 
Ah, yes! and shall haunt us when time is no more! 


Former joys in my mem’ry I often renew, 

But the hours I have wasted, like mountains I view, 

For I know that time squandered shall trouble my 
rest, 

When the clods of the valley le cold on my breast. 


48 SOBER REFLECTIONS. 


But, how varied the objects, how changing the clime 


We descry while exploring the wild waste of time! 
Hach day has its comforts, each day has its cares, 
The field yields her wheat, and the field yields her 


tares. 


The sunshine, and darkness, so varied appear, 
Day fills us with gladness, night leaves us in fear, 
Time changes our climate as onward he rolls, 


Youth warms at the tropics, age chills at the poles. 


Though the sunshine of childhood we still can behold 
When our minds, like our bodies, are feeble and old, 
Yet, the valley of shadows -will still intervene, | 
An impassable gulf there lies stretched out between. 


Past visions have faded, past hopes have been blighted. 

Where now are the pleasures in which I delighted? 

In the pastures, and meadows, where once I have 
played, 3 


Both the roses, and thistles, have bloomed and de- — a 


cayed. 


Other eyes may behold them as pleasing to sight, 
But they fill not my bosom with former delight ; 


For the pleasures, and pastimes, I used to have there, — 


Will my mind with regret, and I yield to despair. © 


: At home, though the fire may be burning as bright, 
Though the lamp may be shedding as brilliant a light, 





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SOBER REFLECTIONS. 49 


Still, voices are wanting to make up the choir, 
To fill the home circle convened by the fire. 


The school-house, and play-ground, are lonely and 
drear, : 

For the voices of schoolmates no longer I hear, 

The spring frost has nipped them while yet in their 
prime, aa 2 a | 

Life’s thread has been cut by the sickle of Time. 


Like flowers of the meadow, they bloom and decay, 
Death but breathes on their petals, they wither away. 
I gaze all around, as life’s battle I fight, 

Lo! the few that are living, are scattered in flight. 


I roam through the orchard, I pause by the rill, 

Whose beautiful waters flow down from the hill; 

There the play-house, though standing, bears marks of 
decay, 

While the hands that have built it are wasting away. 


Those visions excite not one feeling of mirth, 

For they teach us, that, short are the pleasures of 
earth, 

That the sunshine of life is all passing away, 

That a long night of darkness must follow the day, 


That man, who delights in earth’s pleasures so fond, 


Who passes this life never looking beyond, 
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50 ' SOBER REFLECTIONS. 





Shall be tried, and found wanting, shall suffer jection; 
When trumpets shall sound at the last resurrection. eo o . 


Knowest thou, fallen.man, as we. journey. from here, 
In the court of high heaven we all must appear, 

To account for the time we have faithfully used, . . 
To account for the time we have likewise abused. ~— 


Earth was only intended a harbor of rest, si, 
In our passage to yonder bright land of the blest ;. 
As a place to refit, and take on a supply, 

While our lives should be spent.in preparing to die. | 


I have thought, while. reflecting, that man’s greatest 
crime, 

While on earth, is the misapplication of time. — 

Look abroad and behold his chief object, and aim, . 

He is constantly striving for riches, and fame. 


‘To obtain them, may cost him his health, and his 
"prime ; 

It may cost him his virtue, and cost him his time; 

It may cost thim his comfort, his reason, his life ; ini 


And, yet, ‘his whole being with hazard is rife. 


Unpossessed of these objects no pleasure he VIEWS, — 
So he girds on the armor, the battle renews, 

Full of scars, and .of years, he. discovers his doom, — 
His last battle is lost on the verge of the tomb. 





SOBER REFLECTIONS.’ 51 


Too late to retreat, and no time to advance,» | 
He throws down his armor;his sabre, and lance,” 
He looks wildly around him, with sorrow oppressed, 
For his objects, accomplished, afford him no rest. 


He has wasted his moments, pursuing the goal, 
He has worn out his. body, and ruined his soul, 
In the deepest of anguish he draws his last breath, 
For the life he has led so unfits him for death. 


Nor can death end his troubles, or shorten his woes, 
Nor can the grave yield him the slightest repose, 

For the phantoms of darkness will flit round his head, 
’ And the earth-worms will crawl in his cold narrow bed. | 


And the time he has killed, he beholds in a shroud, 
While the moments, all ghastly, around him will crowd; 
Past follies, like demons, his fortress assail, 

His pall serves butill as a coating of mail. 


But, such is the doom of a man of the world, 

To him, the dark banner of fate is unfurled; 

He abuses the blessings that God has bestowed, 
And he gathers the fruits of the seed he has sowed. 


And can this be all that a God has designed, 

In creating such beings of body and mind? 

Has the world been created for nothing but strife? 
Has the grave been ordained as the end of all life? 


52° SOBER REFLECTIONS. 


Lo! a world was called forth by an all-wise command, — 
It was fitly adorned by an Almighty hand; 93 aaa a ; 
All else in creation was formed at his will, ee 
But man was found wanting earth’s bosom to till. 


In his Maker’s own image man’s body was made, 
Never had such perfection before been displayed ; 
He breathed in man’s nostrils his life-giving breath, 
Tis the same we return at the moment of death. | 


Thus, man was ordained to be god of the earth, 
He is next to his Maker in image and birth; 
All creation, so lovely, is placed at his hand, 
_ His dominion extends o’er both ocean and land. 


Though the space may seem narrow, in which we must 
move, | 

We have more time allowed than we care to improve ; 

Yet, I know, it is ever the nature of man 

To sit idle and murmur at life’s narrow span. 


That man should be mortal he thinks is unjust, 
And mourns that his body should sleep in the dust; 
And the terror of death sends a thrill to his heart, 
While the soul and the body reluctantly part. 


It is strange that a being thus formed should rebel, 
It is strange he should murmur because he has fell, 








SOBER REFLECTIONS. 53 


And, still stranger, to think he should sit and com- 
plain 
That the earth has no beauty, that all things are vain. 


While earth in her bounties, her fruits, and her 
flowers, | | 

Still vies with the bounties of Eden’s fair bowers, 

With seed-time and harvest mankind are still blest, 

There are seasons for labor, and seasons for rest. 


Vast herds of wild fatlings roam over the heath, 

We’ve the blue sky above, and the green earth be- 
neath, 

The foam-crested billow man rides at his will, 

The deep yields her treasures his coffers to fill. 


He mounts with the tempest, he rides with the clouds, 
That whiten around him like so many shrouds; 
Thus the air, earth, and ocean, all lend him their aid, 
The bright rainbow of promise to him is displayed. 


The day-god resplendent, affords him his light, 

The moon, and the stars, shine to cheer him by night, 
The night dews of heaven refreshen his heart, 

And to the whole system new vigor impart. 


How many EKuphrates and Gihons there be, 
Whose beautiful waters roll down to the sea, 

All nature, for comfort and beauty arranged, 

Is still looking lovely, ’tis man that has changed ! 


54 SOBER REFLECTIONS. 












And, yet, there are riches that. all. should desire, 
There’s a summit of fame to which all should aspire 
Tis the soul’s dearest treasure, the hope of the Cross, — 
For, beside it all riches and fame are but dross! 


But the man thus possessed, will not murmur at God, 4 
When afflictions assail him he kisses the rod; , re 1 
As he journeys from hence he has well. been foretold eo 
He can take not his scrip, nor his silver and gold. — 


When the messenger comes to deprive him of breath, 
He looks calmly beyond the dark Jordan ‘of death; 
He beholds his Redeemer, his hope, and his trust, 

He views the bright Canaan prepared for the just. — 


Lo! his passport is sealed, and his Pilot is near, 
He prepares for the transit, a stranger to fear; 4 
Though winds sweep in fury, though dark billows roll, | % 
The canvas is spread that shall bear off his soul. — 


The moment for parting he greets with delight, 
His sails are well trimmed, and his beacom is bright; 
He makes a safe voyage, his troubles all cease, : 
He anchors at last in the harbor of peace. 


Though his body shall sleep for awhile in the earth, . 
Yet, again it’ shall rise and: partake of new birth, — a 
Shall unite with the soul on eternity’s shore, 

Where the troubles of parting at-last will be o’er. — 





“SOBER REFLECTIONS. 55 


Can man then be mortal? Ah, no! he shall live 
The new life his Creator has promised to give! 

For the strong arm he trusted is able to save, 

He shall triumph at last o’er death, hell, and the grave. 


Nor should we sit idle and murmur at fate, 

Let us up and be doing, the hour’s growing late! 
Hach moment’s a jewel the brightest, and best, 
That shines all resplendent in time’s golden crest. 


The thieves who shall rob me of silver, and gold, 
I forgive, though their actions are wicked, and bold. 
They may rifle my pockets, yea! leave not a dime! | 
But woe to the wretches that pilfer my time! 


They deprive me of life, for they shorten my hours, 

They rob my poor soul of her richest of dowers ; 

If they take my last treasure, what can they take 
more ? 

They have robbed me of that which no man can 
restore. 


Other wealth, like the seasons, may come and depart; 
But time, that is lost, leaves a void in the heart. 
Then let us be faithful, use time as it flies, 

For its riches retained, shall be ours when it dies. 


O, let us be wise while the day is our own! 
For every lost moment we'll have to atone. 





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56 SOBER REFLECTIONS. 
aes . : we Poe wk ne 
There are few rich, and wise, as Jerusalem’s king, — 


Yet all have their ag and talents, to mee 


We may have but one talent, and still may be blest, 7 
For its usage may gain us an eternal rest. _ 7 4 
If we suffer our thousands to rust and decay, —_— 
At the last we shall all be sent empty away. 


As I sit and reflect on man’s station, and birth, 
On the riches of heaven, and the blessings of earth, 
My soul in her poverty, shrinks from the view. 
How much we receive, where but little is due! 


age 


Peon BREE LRCTIONS..; 


Fes yA 1G 


From whence do we proceed—what is our mission—whither are we tending ? 
These little questions, weighed by candid common sense, 
Are still in point of value found to be immense. 


WE come direct from God, and at the sole commands 
Of him who holdeth worlds in his Almighty hands. 
Our image is divine, our souls, our breath is his, 
And he our Lamp, our Guide, our very being is. 


So close allied to God, of such exalted birth, 

How great must be the trust assigned to us on earth! 
The pleasant paths of peace before our feet are spread, 
Ten thousand worlds of light revolving overhead. 


Our comforts are derived from heaven, earth and sea. 

Yes, fellow-man, the world was made for you and me. 

All things, that he has formed, are governed by his 
laws, | 


And men have ample minds to fathom every cause. 





5S SOBER REFLECTIONS. ; 7 


Creation’s vast domain at will we may explore—_ a 
Our keel may plough its shoals, may visit every shore ; _ 7 K 
How much of good on earth poor sinful man could do, — a 
Would he obey his God, and wisdom’s ways pursue. 


How many noble deeds are placed within his power; 
How many little acts are present every hour; . 
Nor need we idle be, there’s work enough for all; 
Rise, then, O, fallen man! obey your master’s call! 


‘Sound loud the trump of fame, with flag of truth un-_ 
furled, | Sen | 
Engage the cause of heaven, proclaim it o’er the world; 
Go tell to all mankind how our first parents fel; 
Declare how Jesus died to rescue them from hell. 


Help education spread her genial light abroad, 

Till every human soul shall know the will of God; 
In paths..of science tread, her golden gates unfold; 
Deep in the mines of truth are treasures yet untold. 


Search every little nook in range of human ken; 

Search well in thine own heart, search all the hearts 
of men; 

So cultivate thy mind, and: pluck out every tare 

That error’s noxious weeds may never flourish there. | 


Hold firmly to the right, seek not for earthly fame, 
It will but prove as ‘‘sounding brass,” an empty name; . 








SOBER REFLECTIONS. 59 


All earthly fame will fade, time shall betray his trust, 
_ The monuments we build will crumble in the dust. 


Give freely to the poor, be penitent, and mild; 
Stand up before thy God with conscience undefiled ; 
Pour consolation’s balm in every breast of woe; 
Bid streams of joy arise, where sorrow’s fountains flow; 


And God shall make thy calling and election sure; 
The fame that thou hast gained forever must endure ; 
Thy mission well fulfilled, thy works shall all be blest, 
Thou servant of the Lord shalt enter into rest. | 


When clouds of sin disperse, religion’s piercing rays 

Disclose how few there are who walk in wisdom’s ways; 
Who keep the rugged path which their Redeemer trod, 
That straight and narrow way that leads direct to God. 


"Twas. Jesus called them forth, ‘twas he who paved the 
ENE, 

‘Tis he who guides them now to realms of endless day ; 

By him the lamps of truth are lit on either side, 

From which the gospel light is seen both far and wide. 


Hope, as the pilgrim’s staff, affords him ample aid, 

When darkness gathers o’er, when hosts of hell invade, 

He fears no power but God, though legions may op- 
pose, 

Through faith he journeys on, secure from all his foes. 


60 SOBER LEE CIE 


But let us turn and view that dark and dismal road, 


The broad highway that. leads to Satan’s drear. abode; _ q 


There countless millions Hee and join the motley ’ 
throng, — | oe ‘ | 
As hell’s dread minions greet and uaher we along, ay 


Where error’s lamps shine forth resplendent to the 


view; 
Yet penetrating eyes discern them’ from the true. 


And should you ask their fate, ’tis answered 1 in a a 


breath, 
Their chief delight is sin, their only wages death? 


The Prince of Darkness leads with all his wicked wiles, 
He beckons them along with his bewitching smiles; 

For pleasures all men thirst, God places in the cup 
With pleasure, sin and death; still eagerly they sup. 


But, O, the bitter dregs that poison every lip; 

All men shall suffer death, for having dared to sip. 

And in that night of death, the wicked and the just 

Shall share one common fate—shall slumber in the — 
dust. | 


Humanity may boast of bravery and power, 

And yet, they shake at death, they dread the final 
hour, 

Not all the power. of earth ee potentates can save, 


The realms of earthly kings are bounded by the grave. 4 








SOBER REFLECTIONS. 61 


Where poverty, and wealth, shall slumber side by side, 

When Lazarus, and Dives, together shall have died. 

Dark is the night of death! and broken is the sleep 

Of those who spread the sail on Jordan’s troubled 
deep ! 


But, lo! a dreadful sound comes drifting o’er the 
wave, | 

Reanimates the dead, and opens every grave; 

The trumpet’s awful tone bids sleeping dust arise, 

Appear before the throne of Him who rules the skies. 


Harth’s legions shall arise, the resurrection morn 

Shall shed her brilliant light on nations yet unborn. 

And now the morning breaks, the gates of heaven 
unfold, 

Behold the court on high adorned crate pearl and 
gold. 


There God of heaven, and earth, supremely takes his 
stand, 

He calls the court of heaven,,he issues his command; 

The Son of man appears as counsel for the just, 

He pleads the cause of those who place in him their 
trust. 


Ihe ponderous Book of Life he takes from God’s 
right hand, 


Lo! hallelujahs ring through heaven’s immortal band; 


62. _ SOBER REFLECTIONS. 


He opens every seal before the Grear I Am, “7 
While saints of God proclaim how sige is: ‘the: 
Lamb! ; 


hs Shepherd of his flock, his sheep shall hear his 
voice ; } 

He calls the ey and dead; the objects of his ehoidem 

’Tis just that Christ should june when souls oe men 
are tried; 

For them he came on earth, for them he lived and 
died. 


Their weakness in the. flesh, their sins he can forgive, 
In his atoning grace he bids them trust and live; — 
They hear his mighty voice, and yet are not afraid; — 
Their sins are blotted out, their debts have all been 

paid. 


And, now, at his right hand, he offers them a seat, 

He crowns them with his love, with grace anoints 
their feet; 

Now all the saints of God with one accord shall sing, 

Archangels shall proclaim hosannas to our King? 


When, lo! a trump from heaven sounds louder than 
before, 

Its echoes shall resound on Jordan’s farthest shore; 

And now the Prince of Hell his legions shall arraign, 

Shall marshal all. his hosts together on the plain. sie, 





SOBER REFLECTIONS, 63 


Before the, Mart of heaven he offers their defence, 
When, lo! a God replies to Satan: ‘‘Get thee hence!” 
They now behold in chains their chieftain sent away, 

And every breast is filled with terror and dismay. | 


Before that awful Judge, their sins are all laid bare, 
The crimes of all mankind are deeply written there; 
He holds the Book of Fate, -he bids them all advance, 
He pierces every breast with his all-searching glance. 


Behold earth’s great high priest! their pharisaic god! 


_ He shuns the Prince, of Peace, he trembles at his nod ; 


He crys to God for help, declares he spent the days 
Allotted him below in wisdom’s pleasant ways. 


But O, hoW vain to plead, no human power can cheat 
That God who views the soul while in its dark retreat ; 
‘Tis true, while in the flesh, he talked aloud of heaven, 
And at the mercy-seat prayed one day out of seven. 


For filthy lucre’s sake, like Baalam he has trod 
The gilded ways of sin against the will of God; 
In bye, unbidden paths, he led the blind astray, 
Perverted gospel truths, and peddled them for pay. 


Poor children of the. Lord were never of his flock,,, . 

His heart against. the. poor .was harder. than a rock ; 

But he who knows the soul bids this high priest give 
place ; 


_ He sends him thus away, without the hope of. grace. 


64 SOBER REFLECTIONS. 
é 


And next approaches Dives, he hopes to win his cause; 
On earth the tongues of men have yielded him applause, 


He always bowed his knee before the throne of grace, | 4 


And in the house of God he always filled his place. 


The missionary cause on earth he did defend, 

And ships to heathen lands he long had helped to send ; 
Whene’er their fate was told, tears started in his eyes 
For those who pined in sin beneath some foreign skies. 


Thus, o’er his well-filled purse religion held control, 
But, O, behold his filth, his poverty of soul! 

For while he stands to plead, the orphan’s bitter cries, 
That he has scorned to feed, behind him shall arise. 


Their evidence in court must silence every doubt, . 

Must seal his lasting fate, must help to cast him out. 

But, as the court proceeds, the truth must all unfold, 

In Mammon’s cause he served, he knew no God but 
gold ; 


The heathens of his house, the beggars of his town, 

As objects of his hate, have all received his frown. 

Though fair in speech and mien, he hath a traitor’s 
heart, . 

Which fails him, while his judge commands him to 
depart! 





SOBER REFLECTIONS. 65 


Hypocrisy, at last, must ruin whom it serves, 

For, God will surely mete the measure it deserves; 

The power and wealth of worlds shall lessen in the 
scale : 

Where Mercy pleads in vain, where Mammon shall 
prevail. 


But, still the trumpets sound, still on the columns 
roll, ; 

Till at the judgment-bar is gathered every soul; 

Behold the rich, and poor, the lowly, and the great, 


Before this great Tribune their final sentence wait. 


But, O, such filth and stench as mortals never knew, 
Such rottenness of soul is here exposed to view! 
Here Avarice, Deceit, Hypocrisy and Pride, 
Self-righteousness and Lust, are gathered side by side. 


But, now the final trump through heaven shall resound, 

The gates of hell unbarred, her legions all unbound, 

Down thence a righteous Judge commands them to de- 
part, 

They die the traitor’s death, who have a traitor’s heart. 


‘Tis true all men, at first, start in the self-same road, 
But do not all obtain that high and bright abode, 
For all mankind possess two natures from their birth, | 


The one inclines to heaven, the other clings to earth. 
5 


66 SOBER REFLECTIONS. 


Thus, souls and bodies clash, though high we may 
aspire, | | | : 
By nature we are prone to wallow in the mire; — 
The body rules the soul when sinful men rebel, 
Their earthly natures drag their spirits down to hell.’ 


How oft we imitate what great and good men do, 
But never seek to know the motives in their view; _ 
Not for its own dear sake, do we support the right, 

But for the show we make, in other people’s sight. — 


But, do not care for what ‘a wicked world may say, 
This world with all its filth and sham will pass away; 
But, do your every duty when and where you can, 
Deal justly with your God, respect your fellow-man. 


Not always by the gift of kingdoms can we ‘claim 
To be joint heirs of glory, or immortal fame; 

But. he who gives, or he who in ‘the battle’ fights, 
Should think of David, or the lowly widow’s mites. 


’Tis more religious thus to give the loaf of bread 
With which some poor benighted fellow-man is fed, 
Than sending pious books, and tracts, by scores away, 
For missionary hands to spread from day to day. 


And that Samaritan who saves the life of one 
Poor soul whom the unfriendly Levites seek. to shun, — 











SOBER REFLECTIONS. 67 


To gain himself a crown of lasting fame, does more 
Than he who wallows to a throne through streams 
of gore. 


And thus, reflecting leads me always to decide, 
That those who with the laws of mercy have complied, 
Shall be the ones who meet on Canaan’s blissful. shore, 
When heavens and earth shall fade, and time shall be 
no more. : 


LIGHT AND SHADE. 


No life is all sunshine, no world is all brightness. There are dark spots on 
the sun, and there are gloomy caverns in the bleak mountains of the moon. The 


purest metal has its dross, and the most upright heart of man is continually prone 


to evil. As the roaring of the waters are still heard in the vacant chambers of — 


the sea-shell, so the world still retains the dark traces of its origin, and still in- 


clines towards that chaos from whence it sprung. 


Rott up the scroll of ages, turn from the book of time 

To God’s eternal sunlight in yon celestial clime; 

See heavenly hosts assembled, behold! the power di- 
vine 

Convenes the court of heaven, makes known his grand 
design. | 


Countless embryo worlds within seraphic ken, 

Jehovah hath designed as the abodes of men; 

Ten thousand harps are strung at his supreme com- 
mand, | 

While hallelujahs ring through heaven’s immiortal band. 


Swift couriers on wings of lightning seem to fly, 
They herald Time’s approach, light all the lamps on 
| high. | 








LIGHT AND SHADE. 69 


Darkness gives place to light, as starry hosts.appear. 
Creation’s dome is lit by heaven’s great chandelier. 


The day-god marches forth, his banners all unfurled, 
His golden armor sheds effulgence o’er the world; 
Chief of the shining legions marshalled in the sky, 
With his commission signed by all the powers on high. 


Long centuries have rolled since first command was 
given | 

To marshal that bright host on the blue plains of heaven; 

Triumphant over time, they’ve led a long campaign, 

Without one single head-board left to mar the plain. 


God guards both rank and file, with his all-seeing eye, 

‘T'was his firm voice first called their muster-roll on 
high. 

He ordered their advance, o’er Hden, in her prime, 

Shall order their retreat on the last shores of time. 


To thee, celestial light, we lift our tongues in praise. 
In thee we recognize the light of other days, 

Thou morning-star of time, dawn of creation’s birth, 
When man was sent as God’s ambassador to earth! 


To thee, his bright escort, he turned with anxious gaze, 

To thee he looked for light to guide his erring ways, 

And; when he took his leave from Eden’s hallowed 
ground, 

He, by thy light, commenced his journey westward 
bound. 


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70 _ LIGHT AND SHADE. 


Exiled from Paradise, that beautiful retreat, 
He girded up his loins, put sandals on his feet, eel, i - 
With not one look behind, he steeled his breast to fear, _ 
And in thy light set forth, earth’s greatest pioneer. 


Before him, forests sink; behind him, cities rise; — 


His bridges span the flood, his temples reach the skies; — a 


Before his firm advance the wilds of nature yield, 
Till earth's broad acres are one cultivated field. 


His navies ride the deep, where ocean surges pour ; 
On land, his martial tread is heard from shore to shore, 
Though pestilential foes, at times, his ranks invade, 

Spreading disease and death, yet is he not dismayed. 


While countless legions sink, before the spear and 
lance, . | 

His voice is heard above the strife, “Close up! ad- 
vance !” . | 

Fierce charges still are made, still firm commands are 
given, | oy : 

They know the cause of man is still the cause of 
heaven. 


For universal conquest, man first took the Held +) a 

Till that shall be accomplished, man must never yield. 

Though veterans retire, fresh levies join the strife, 

Who lead the sanguine charge with all the power of 
life. 











LIGHT AND SHADE. 71 


Stop not to fortify, fear not the foe before, 

While God directs the fight, and heaven is smiling o’er. 

Press onward, in the right, with but this aim in view, 

While there is light above, there’s work on earth 
to do. 


The harvest moon of death may ride the upper deep, 
While grim mortality is sent on earth to reap, 

Till earth’s broad swelling bosom, pregnant with decay, 
Is one great charnel-house of ages past away. 


And yet oe countless children who daily have their 
birth, 

Who gather round, and clamber o’er the cae of Mother 
Harth, | 

Who draw their daily nourishment from that fond 
mother’s breast, 7 

Care not how many millions may in her Boson rest. 


They know that time ek onward to God’s erin 
shore, 

They feel the ocean breezes, and hear the billows roar, 

They see their beacons lighted by angel hands on high, 

They know that God is with them, and do not fear 
to die. 


To-day we see death’s cortege move to the sombre 
tomb, . 

From whence to-morrow’s sunlight dispels: the shades 
of gloom. | 


ice Ce PO Nomen St ie aera Ee, 
4 o hie eas aed) a rie Sam 


rpl LIGHT AND SHADE. 


The flower that’s crushed and withered beneath our 4 
feet to-day, a 

Shall blossom on the morrow, when we have passed a 
away. : 


All over God’s broad acres bleak ridges may be seen, 

Thrown up like countless ant-hills on nature’s living 
green ; 

But time, whose march is onward, shall batter every 
mound = R 

Beneath his heel of iron, till not one trace be found. 


The moss-grown marble sentry awhile may watch our 
pyre, ea 
But time sends no relef guard when they at last ree 
The monarch of the forest again shall lift his head, 
And wave his branches over the cities of the dead! 


Oblivion’s dark waters, time’s distant shores shall lave, 
Shall bury in her bosom the secrets of the grave, 
Till phantoms of past ages, no longer we descry, 
Save as we see their mirage reflected in the sky. 


Time-bound terrestrial light hath not the power to cast 

One flickering ray beyond the dark horizon of the 
past. 

Our midday cares our minds engage, our days are 
spent in strife, | 

We seldom rest our eyes upon the twilight scenes of 
life. 





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LIGHT VAND SHADE. 73 


See with what matchless genius heaven’s Artist has ar- 
rayed 

The countless checkered scenes of pain composed of 
light, and shade. 


See nature’s boundless canvas unrolled before our sight, 


Her dark groundwork in contrast with her scenery of 
light. 


The world’s grand panorama of ocean, earth, and sky, 

Shown off by God’s great foot-lights, so charm the mor- 
tal eye, 

We dwell, with fixed attention, upon a scene so fond, 

And scarcely realize there is a brighter world beyond. 


Far up the vast empyrean, beyond the ether blue, 
Are worlds whose light is too intense for mortal eyes 
| to view, 
It even pains our vision, one moment's space to gaze 
On their celestial splendor through earth’s surrounding 
haze. 


We see the countless meshes in earth’s canopy of 
blue, | 

With heaven’s atmospheric eu forever streaming 
through ; 

We bow with adoration before the Power divine 


Who, in his boundless wisdom, first ordered light to 


shine, 


74 : - LIGHT AND SHADE. pai. ee bea 


There’s another source of light, selfcramtine as. a “a 
find, . 


That would seem to spring, at once, from the chaos. ‘of 


the mind, 
Still possessing powers immortal its own beauties to 


impart, 
Lights up the darkest intellect, and warms the coldest 


heart. 


And, yet, this light would seem to be with darkness 
still allied, | 
Joint-tenants of this world of ours, they wander side | 
by side. | 
As the diamond is but carbon, transparent, and refined, 
So, intellectual light is but transparency of mind. 


As we wander down. the ages of the unforgotten yore, 
And turn her blotted pages in search of hidden lore, 
We see time’s brightest magnates with minds that seem 
to cast 
The light of inspiration o’er the pages of the past. 


Stars in the literary sky, gems on the brow of night, 

That seem to fill time’s firmament with intellectual 
light, | 

Yet ’twas through their dark surroundings, their light 
so brilliant shone, 

As, at times, the darkest setting best displays thie 
precious stone. 





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LIGHT AND SHADE. 15 


Let us still be undeceived as to past and present worth, 


Lest our eyes, at times, be dazzled by the brilliancy 
of earth, » 

For the brightest page: historic, that adorns the book - 
of time, 

Bears finger-marks of ignorance, and crimson blots of 
crime. 


While Hebron’s great lawgiver stood on Sinai’s cloud- 
capt height, 
In presence of Jehovah, and surrounded by his light, 


We see the stiff-necked Hebrews, far down the moun- 


tain side, 
Wrapt in Egyptian darkness, sdolatey, and pride. 


While Moses was receiving God’s instructions in the 
law, 

In presence of Divinity, inspired with holy awe, 

The songs and shouts of revelry ascended on the gale, 

And from God’s own chosen people sojourning in the 
vale. 


King Solomon, whose piety has ever been extolled 


For building temples to the Lord, and paving them 


with gold, 


Encouraged heathen worship, as the sacred Scriptures 
tell, 


By dedicating altars to the heathen gods as well. 





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16 ‘LIGHT AND SHADE, — ae i, : 


See Rome the painted harlot, in the vonitl of her " 
| powers, 

Voluptuously reclining in grand Hesperian bowers, 
Robed in imperial purple, and lusting after fame, 
‘The world is all her dower, and exalted is her name; 


Her forum rings with eloquence, her sages there pre- 
side, 

Bright master spirits of the age, by Romans deified ; 

Her warlike legions storm the Alps, her navy ae : 
the sea, | 7 


s 


Her golden eagle spreads his wings o’er Rome, the 
proud and free. | 


The car of triumph bears her victor chieftains throug 

7 the street, 

While trophies of the conqueror lie clustered at his 
feet; Ae! 

Her altar-fires are lighted, and her clouds of incense 
rise, 


As to her hero deities she offers sacrifice. 


Lo! other hills are shaken by the battle’s dire alarms, 

And other nations made to feel the terror of her arms, 

Still other foes, beneath her steel, in meek submission 
cower; 

And Rome; proud Rome, rejoices in the wantonness 
of power. | | e 





LIGHT AND SHADE. 17 


Ah! why rejoice that Rome has filled another land 
with graves, 

And chained to her triumphal car another race of 
slaves? 

Was it for gain? she had enough of worldly wealth 
before! 

Was it for fame? her seven hills were drenched with 
human gore! 


Or, was it merely done to quench a morbid thirst 
for blood ? 

Already had her purple veins ensanguined field and 
flood! 

Why do we see the Tiber rolling crimson to the 
main? 

Why do we hear along her banks the captive’s clank- 
ing chain? 


And shall this harlot’s virtues thus forever be extolled? 

Throw down her bright escutcheon | tear off her robes, 
her gold! 

And see corruption fester beneath a shining mask; 


Then answer all the questions that I am led to © 
ask. 


The blackest human heart may beat beneath a regal 
- vest, | 7 
The very darkest intellect may wear a shining crest. 


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AAT a. 





78 LIGHT AND SHADE. 


Rome was not’ free, her largest class of citizens were 4 


by 


slaves, 
Who wrought in galling chains by day a conical at 
night in caves. 


Rome ae be brave on cpeare field, but when the 


strife was_ past, 


aihere was her hero that could brook wit bit- | 


ter blast? 
When fate’s sirocco headeus their laurelled brows had 
fanned, 


_ Afraid of life, they grasped at death with suicidal hand. : 


We wonder not they courted death on fields of blood 


and strife, 
Who fell not there was sure to fall by the assassin’s 
knife; 


With brutal passions long inured to welcome death s 


behest, 
No wonder to her banquet board they came a willing 
guest. 


Rome trusted to her warriors to shield her martial fame, 


To guard her sacred liberties, perpetuate her name. 


They stained her bright escutcheon, ee grasped ae ‘ 


fatal dart, 
With bloody hands drove home the steel to her con- 
fiding heart! 





LIGHT AND. SHADE. 719 


See strangled Roman liberties, by Roman hands ex- 
pire, : 

While her polluted body is cast upon the pyre. 

Let those who can not comprehend the moral of her 
doom, 

Here read this truthful epitaph inscribed upon her 
tomb: hae 


Those who confide their liberties to military power, 

Give things which are most holy to dogs that will de- 
vous, 

And they who cast these brightest pearls before the feet 
of swine, 

Shall see their sacred liberties successively decline. 


The man of blood whose breast is kindled by a martial 
flame, 

Who cultivates the arts of war for military fame, 

Ts not the man on whom enlightened nations should | 
rely 

To guard their public virtues with a calm and stead- 
fast eye. 


Lured by the fame of conquest—while avarice beguiles, 

They sacrifice their virtues to war’s seductive wiles. 

A nation thus polluted, with her liberties defiled, 

Will scoff at former chastity, though frequently re- 
viled. 





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While parting with the virtues she so loved in former 
days, 

Kmbracing still the libertine, and shouting in 1 his praise, 

pone prostitute to Cesar,—her garments stained wile 
~ gore,— 

Still gloried in the military ermine which he wore. 


With her brutal passions heated,—in her we of 

| desire, — ae: 

She practiced all the cruelty her nature could inspire; 

While the Roman heart delighted in scenes that should 

appall, i 

Making Rome in all her glory but a bloody pitcher's S 
stall. 


Her famous amphitheatre—grand slaughter-house of 
yore, 

Where multitudes might satiate their thirst for human 
Sore ; | 

Where countless gladiators join the dark arena’s strife, 

Contend with beasts—with fellow-men—for i 
for life! 


Where piercing shrieks of agony, from mortals who ex- 
pire, | 

Are stifled by the loud huzzas of thousands who admire: 

How dark must be the intellect to witness scenes like: — 
this, 

- And through depravity of heart account it earthly bliss. 











LIGHT AND SHADE. 81 


Though Rome might boast of characters composed of 
better stuff, ‘ 

Who were (to use a modern phrase) true diamonds in 
the rough, 

They seem to lack that moral light—man’s noblest at- 
tribute, 

While they fostered all the passions Arca to the 

| brute. 


Nor yet alone could Rome be said to’ give those pas- 
sions birth, | 

For what was true of Ancient Rome, was true of all the 
earth. | 

Turn all the pages of the past, behold them as you will, 

The finger-marks of ignorance are stamped upon them 
still. 


While Greece, in all the glory of her literary worth, 
Was held in adoration by the potentates of earth, 
The philosophic teachings of her many public schools 
Were calculated to inspire a race of Pagan fools. 


Aliens to wisdom, they professed allegiance to her 
cause, 

They claimed an inspiration that was foreign to her 
laws; 

On mythology they founded God’s Aan plan, 


Ascribing to the Deity mere attributes of man. 
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82 | LIGHT AND SHADE. 


In wisdom A thesis claimed to wear the spotless eles % 
of fame, ‘ae 
’Twas her debauchery that gave pollution to then same ; 


Those Spartan virtues, by the world so lavishly extolled) - 


Were linked with vices that a world might shudder td 
behold. 


Though Greece might boast a warlike host of true-born 
sons of Mars, 

Who loved to count their victories won, and snow theie 
bloody scars; 

Although her martial captains were a class of real 
braves, 7 

Her private ranks were always filled with criminals and 

| slaves. 


With aching limbs released from chains, and age to 
the strife, 

-They’d rather die the warrior’s death, ‘than live the 
captive’s life. 

Thus stripped of all the sophistry and garniture of 
fame, : | 

The wild exploits of warlike Greece seem rather cold 
and tame. 


Man loves the light of ae courts the fickle 
flame; 

But oft and oft the prize he wins is but an bee! 
name ; 











LIGHT AND SHADE. 83 


He finds it ever true that all that glitters is not 
gold; 

His liberties are hard to gain, and harder still to 
hold. 


Man’s domineering over man, his vain display of 
powers, 

Destroys the growth of liberty in this dark world of 
ours ; 

It is when the light is strongest that darkest shadows. 
fall ; | 

‘Tis where liberty seems greatest, that nations most 
enthrall. 


Tis from the womb of liberty that slavery has birth, 
The proof of which is visible all over God’s green 

earth ; Drage 
Yes! that proud and comely matron who curls the lip. 
of scorn, 


Must still acknowledge slavery to be her truly born. 


Release a man from law’s restraint both human and di- 
vine, 

With liberty to do just as his nature may incline, 

And see his baser passions rule him with despotic: 
sway, 

While he becomes their abject slave, and hastens to, 
obey. 





84 LIGHT AND SHADE. i 


‘We see earth’s countless subjects ground with oppress: 
ive laws, ect 3 
‘We know excess of liberty to be the only cause. 


The freedom of earth’s potentates, their powers uncon- 


fined, 
‘Gives birth to all the. sareitiide allotted to mankind. 


No sooner than a nation climbs the highest round of 
fame, | . 
She dons the robes of royalty, adds titles to her name; 
She spurns the light of liberty—her sacred altar-fire— 
Neglected flames, with pallid hues, they flicker and 
expire. 


The brightest sun that ever blest our being with his 
light, 

In his decline has yielded to the sombre shades of 

7 night ; 

The sinking sun shall rise again to light another morn, 

And liberty shall rise and set on nations yet unborn! 


As certain as the shades of night succeed the light of 
_ day, 
So all created things in time are doomed to pass 
away ; wie 
‘Creation still is going on, and chaos still is rife, 


While worlds are sinking, other worlds are springing — 7 


into life. 








LIGHT AND SHADE. 85 


The living man shall heap the earth above a sléeping 
brother, 

That sleeping dust shall rise again to recreate another ; 

The earth receives the forest leaves in autumn brown 
and sere ; 

When spring returns on bough and branch those leaves 
shall reappear. 


That God in whom we live and move and draw our 
very breath, 

Hath planted in the breast of man the seeds of life and 
death ; 3 

In him we place our trust, at times, in him, at times 
we doubt, 

Because his ways unsearchable are past our finding out. 





THE TEACHER’S CALLING. 


[Delivered before the Delaware County Teachers’ Institute, 1861.] 


oh 


It is with fear and trembling that I come before 


This vast assemblage, and this heaven-favored corps ; 

Yet glad am I to lift my voice in this great cause, ; 

Which through all time has merited such = ap- 
plause. 


O! Teachers, let us contemplate how great the due, 
Which generations, past and present, owe to you; 

For, has there been a calling since the world began, 
Which has bestowed such high prerogatives on man? 


Among no other class of mortals will you find, 

Where human skill must deal so strictly with the mind; 
O! would to God that all might here be made to feel == 
The magnitude of that with which they have to deal! 


And may you realize, that the immortal soul, 

The fairest boon of heaven, is under your control; 
Alas! how few there are who act as if they knew 
The just amount of work that Teachers have to do. 











THE TEACHER’S CALLING. 87 


Here comes the child to school with satchel on his arm, 

His inborn soul as yet knows neither good nor harm ; 

His youthful mind may be considered as a germ, 

Which bursting from its shell, expands from term to 
term. 


In every human breast this germ is placed with care, 

And as the plant is dressed accordingly ’twill bear ; 

O! workman, it is yours to labor in the mine, 

Where workmanship and skill shall make the treasure 
. shine. 


Within the little forms entrusted to your care, 
Perhaps the choicest gems of earth le darkling there ; 
Whoever in the mind’s deep caverns shall explore, 
Will surely strike at last a vein of golden ore. 


The very finest skill this calling must employ, 

So that the human mind shall suffer no alloy ; 

Herein do many err, and mankind feel the loss, 

How many noble minds have -thus been rendered 
dross! 


O, Guardians of Youth, look well to what you do, 

Know that the eye of God is firmly fixed on you! 

Nor can the Teacher’s calling be considered low, 

While from the fount of knowledge all our blessings 
flow. 


me Sy hed is SO A Me Ane een 
Hag Oe? ee ee Gee iene Sakae 


88 THE. TEACHER'S CALLING. "an 


Old Time may roll his billows, and sakes his bosom be 
vast, “4 

May bury mighty empires, may cover all the past; 

The warrior’s wreath may wither, his polished steel 
may rust, } 

His monument of Bn ay mingle ait the dust. 


Aithongh his ashes crumble sithin® a storied urn, 
When fires within his bosom forever cease to burn, - 
He was a man of action, and when his spirit fled, ‘f 
His actions, with his body, must be forever dead. 


’Tis not so with the Teacher, whose calling is refined, 
Whose duty is to deal with matter and with mind; 
Far o’er the gloomy waters his beacon brightly glows, 
Although his mortal body be sunk in deep repose. 


The leading minds of earth, by searching, you will find, 
Have figured on the stage as Teachers of mankind; — 
The history of the world will plainly serve to show, 
How far in point of truth this argument will go. 


The sage philosophers of ancient Rome and Greece, 
Those oracles of wisdom, worshippers of peace, 

As Teachers, one and all, have added to your store, 
Volumes of deepest thought, and mines of richest lore. 


Though centuries have rolled since Aristotle died, 
His works which were preserved, are yearly multiplied; 








THE TEACHER'S CALLING. | 89 


The treasures of his mind, his philosophic rules, 
Are taught with great success in all our higher schools. 


So Socrates and Plato, and Huclid, in your cause, 

By making deep research established many laws! 

Their teachings, which are known to every zone and 
clime, 

Come wafting with the breeze o’er the dark waste of 
time. 


Sir Isaac Newton gave philosophy a grace; 
He taught us to explore the boundless realms of space. 
The planetary system, as a Newton found, 
By laws of gravitation are securely bound. 


And what was Martin Luther, and Calvin, more than 
this? 
They taught in higher schools, they taught us right- 
 eousness ; | 
God’s ministers are all commissioned by his love, 
To fit our student souls for college halls above. 


On Horeb’s lofty brow behold a Moses stands, 

And from the great I Am receives his high commands ; 
As Teacher of the Lord to lead the mighty host 

Of chosen Israel o’er Egypt’s desert coast. 


And so the prophets all were Teachers sent abroad, 
Proclaiming to mankind the coming of their God; 





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90 —*~*«STHE:s TEACHER’ CALLING. an 
: Foreknowledge had been given by which the prophets 
knew 


The things of which they spoke, their prophecies were 7 
true. . 


And even Solomon, with more than earthly ken, 
Sought wisdom from on high, and taught it unto men; 
In lessons which he taught, in proverbs may be 
found, , 
Such mighty depths of thought as nowhere else abound. 


So John the Baptist was a Teacher, sent from God; 
Glad tidings which he bore were published all abroad; 
There in those lonely wilds he lifted up his voice, | 
And multitudes, through him, had reason to rejoice. 


His salary was small, his locust meat was spare, 
His simple raiment was the coarsest camel’s hair. 
How homely was his fare, how scanty was his store! 
And yet the lowly John could scarcely wish for more. 


He taught that One should come who greater was 
than he, 

Whose holy mission was to set his people free; 

To raise them from the pit of darkness they were in, 

To purify their souls and cleanse them from all sin, 


But, lo! in Bethlehem your brightest star arose, 
In all your firmament there’s none so brightly glows; 








THE TEACHER'S CALLING. 91 


O, that the Holy Ghost from heaven should descend, 
To teach a fallen world on whom they might depend. 


He taught upon the mount, he taught within the glen, 

‘Poor fishermen he taught to be fishers of men; ' 

He taught his greatest lesson on the bloody tree, 

Showing that freedom is to those whom grace makes 
free. 


And his apostles, too, commissioned from above, 
Through his atoning grace, his never-ending love, 
Were Teachers sent abroad proclaiming to all men, 
How Jesus lived and died, and how he rose again. 


They taught that worldly fame, and riches all were 
dross, | 

They taught the will of God, the glory of the cross. 

And still I might produce examples great and small, 

To show the Teacher’s calling must be all in all. 


But what I now have said will be enough to serve, 

Will show how great the meed this calling must de- 
serve. 

Next let tis pause and think if errors do not lay 

Before the feet of those who tread this great highway. 


I know ’tis often said that wisdom’s holy creed 

Is written out so plain that he who runs may read; 
But in that rugged path lies errors you should shun, 
Which you may never see if reading as you run. 


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92 <THE TEACHER'S CALLING. 


You may be highly anxious, in this worthy cause, 


To gain undying fame, to merit great applause ; 


And in your rapid strides along this narrow way, 


‘You may be as the blind who lead the blind astray. 


each ; 
Remember, it is yours to guide the feet of youth © 
Along life’s great highway, in the pursuit of truth. 


But you should never strive to speed them on their 


way, : 
By offering a bribe you never mean to pay; 
For if the least defect in you they can discern, 
Whatever they detect they certainly will learn. 


Don’t scatter seeds of strife and discord on the air, 


Don’t load the youthful mind with more than it can 
bear; . 

When pining from fatigue they sink hove their load, 

Don’t try to spur them on with that inhuman goad. 


_ According to their strength give each his PE 


weight, 
And you will find at last ’twill doubly compensate ; - 
Make every precept plain, and make it pleasant, too, 


Then what you ask of them they’ll always love to do. — 


Your actions should be just, as well as what you teach; a 
So that the feeble mind may gather strength from 





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THE TEACHER'S CALLING. 93 


Don’t follow in the paths of tyrannizing fools, 

Who puzzle children’s brains with twice ten thousand 
rules ; 

Relieve them from such cares, and make their burdens 
light; 

Make but one simple rule, be that the rule of right. 


Be early to your schools, be diligent when there, 

But do not go about with that high-flaunting air; 

Know that the watchful student from your ways and 
looks, 

May learn such lessons as were never learned from 
books. 


Be ever on your guard, think well before you act, 
And should you chance to err, be willing to retract; 
Your meeting with success is certain in the end, 


‘If you can make them feel you are their truest friend. 


Don’t enter on your task supposing it a play, 

In which young men and women pass their time 
away ; : 

Who seek it as a pastime, I am very sure, 

The burdens of this calling will not long endure. 


’Tis only those who have the strength of nerve and 


soul, 
To beat against the angry billows as they roll, 





* MRE PEACHER'S CALLING. ae 


Who shall maintain their hold upon the upper deck, be: 
“While weaker hands are washed forever from the — 
wreck. 


The Teacher has to be the idle jest of all, 

On his devoted head how many curses fall! 

How very few there are who sympathy can find, 

For those who bend the will and form the common 
mind. . 


But do not be dismayed, give battle for the right, 
And calumny, and scorn, shall all be put to flight; — 
By woe and want assailed, at times you fain would 

yield, 
And throw your armor down dishonored on the field. 


But visions of the past before you will arise, 

Will nerve your feeble arms and dry your WeOPINE 
eyes ; | : 

Compared to others’ woes, your little woe and pain 

Is as a drop of water to the boundless main. 


Behold what seas of grief a Moses must withstand, 
To lead a chosen race to Canaan’s happy land. 
See, in his rush-built cradle by the rolling deep, 
This great deliverer deserted in his sleep! 


Next, see him stand in grief, before a Pharaoh, _ 
_ Beseeching that this king would let his people go. 








THE TEACHER'S CALLING. 95. 


See in the midst of woe he cheers this chosen band, 
And guides their weary feet o’er Egypt’s burning sand. 


See in the desert wild, how many years they fed 
On manna sent from God, which was their only bread. 
See Moses in his zeal for this most holy cause, 

On Sinai’s sacred mount receive his Maker’s laws. 


You should not mourn at fate, remember that the 
blest, 

The chosen ones of God, have been the most opprest. 

Know that the Son of man, the mighty Prince of earth, 

Was humble in his life, was of a lowly birth. 


How many days and nights he was compelled to fast, 
Temptations and afflictions formed his rich repast; 
He suffered cruel stripes, he suffered pain and loss, 
And for the souls of men, he suffered on the cross. 


Lo! when the Scribe had said, ‘My Master, I will go, 

Will follow after thee, through every depth of woe ;” 

‘‘ Foxes have holes, fowls of the air have nests,” he 
| said, 

“The Son of man hath not whereon to lay his head.” 


From those he bled to save he suffered scoffs and 
scorn, 

They smote him with their hands, and crowned his 
head with thorns; 


96 | THE TEACHER'S CALLING. | | nn 





Yet turned he not away, though bitter was the cup, " = 
He knew his Father willed that he should quaff it up. 4 


O, Teachers, may you be as faithful to your trust. 
It should suffice for you to know your cause is just; 
Think when you labor, as your task is great or hard, — 
Precisely in proportion will be your reward. 


’Tis not alone the paltry stipend you obtain, 

~ It is not just the cents and dollars you may gain, 
That should induce you to accept the Teacher’s charge, 
Whose smallest mandates are so heavy to discharge. — 


No, Teachers, you should bear in mind that wisdom 
pays 

Her faithful advocates their due in many ways; 

Permit me to digress, and take it not amiss, 

That I should make a few remarks in proof of this. 


You look to any land, beneath whatever zone, 

Where Ignorance prevails, where Science is unknown, 
Crime stalks abroad, unmasked, in open light of day, 
The sable goddess, Night, bears witness of his sway. 


Virtue and Truth are crushed beneath his mighty car, 
He has no foe on earth his presence can not mar; 
Woe follows in his wake, while Darkness leads the 
van ; : 
They bear down all the nobler attributes of man. 


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THEO TEACHER'S: CALLING, 97 


But searchers after knowledge never fail to find 

That rich repast that Wisdom offers to the mind. 

Yes, work for Education with your hands and head, 

She’ll guide your erring feet, and watch around your 
bed. 


Though Innocence and Virtue often fall asleep, 
See Wisdom from her tower a constant vigil keep; 
The destiny of nations in her hand she holds, 
With every earthly blessing clinging to her folds. 


O, hearken unto Wisdom, for her mighty voice 

Shall give her faithful subjects reason to rejoice; 

She hovers o’er your heads with healing on her wings, 

She makes your heart rejoice at tidings which she 
brings. 


Your nation’s independence Ignorance denies, ; 
But O, that sacred blessing Wisdom still supplies; 
Your property and person Wisdom shall protect, 

If you but know her laws and treat them with respect. 


She gives you social blessings, gives you private wealth, 

She gives you peace of mind, she gives you perfect 
health; . 

Nor of her smallest blessings shall you be deprived, 

While you respect the source from whence they are 


derived. 
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98 THE TEACHER'S CALLING. |) ae ee 


O, Teachers, have you thought how great the recom-. a 
pense, i 

That Wisdom pays to those who fight in her deter ; 

Cohorts of Education! can you be aware, 

How rich and broad the banquet board that 2a pre- 
pare? 


Still it behooves that you should watch with soldier — 4 
care, | 
That despot hordes may hot approach you unaware ; 
So should you guard the freedom of your native soil, 
That rude barbarians may never come to spoil. | 


From Ignorance, from Crime, and Folly, may you run, 

These are the very Goths and Vandals you should 
shun ; : 

Their sable pennons, deadly spears and burnished 
shields. 

Have waved in triumph over many gory fields. 


No raw recruits should Education e’er employ, 

They clog your progress, and your very strength de- 
stroy ; 

Let none but well-tried soldiers occupy your ranks, 

And every foe must yield before your strong phalanx. 


You should not be as dastard slaves who fight for hire, 
Let country, home, and friends, your youthful hearts 
inspire ; 





THE TEACHER'S CALLING. 99 


Let Wisdom be your watchword on the tented field, 
Be Truth your armor, and Intelligence your shield. 


And though Egyptian hosts may follow in your wake, 

Though difficult the journey you are forced to take; 

Although you pitch your tent at last upon the shore, 

With hostile armies in your rear, and angry waves 
before, 


There is an eye to watch, there is a hand to guide, 

There is a Power which can the mighty waves divide; 
: Relying on that Power, and guided by that hand, 
You all shall pass in safety to the Promised Land. 























THE JOURNEY “OF Lila 


Wuen life’s rough journey we begin, with minds so — 
- free from care, ! ca 
We little dream that seas of eat may roll their billows — 
there ; : | 

But in the he morn of life, when all around is 
bright, 

We hail the golden orb of day unconscious of the night. 


Dark clouds of grief may gather o’er, still onward we 
descry | 
Where all is beautiful and fair beneath an azure sky; 
There never was a youth but had his castles built in | 2 
air, ! 
Though all the world was dark beside, his mind was 4 
happy there. | 


He thought his path beset with thorns, but when those q 
| years had fled, . 


He knew those many childish cares would not disturb — 
his head. i 


THE FOURNEY OF LIFE. 101 


Time flies, the youth becomes a man, his daily cares 
increase, 

Still looking forward he can view the outstretched 
arms of peace. 


He thinks to pass his latest years away from care and 
strife, : | 

And in the quiet shades of home, to close the scenes 

Meet lite: 

Old age comes on, the frost of years has gathered o’er 
his brow, 

His hopes of earthly happiness have all forsook him 
now. 


His hair is silvered o’er with age, his cheeks are 
blanched with care, 

His eyes have lost their lustre bright, and have a 

- vacant glare. 

Thus in the evening of his days he views his jour- 
ney o’er, 

He calls to mind the scenes of youth, alas! they are 
no more. 


Those visionary pleasures were all too bright to last, 

He saw them in the future, he views them in the past; 

Bright hopes of earthly pleasures for him no longer 
bloom, 

His friends have gone, in sorrow, to yonder silent 
tomb. 





TLOR OES PEO ORE Tt Or aReae 


The remnant of his journey may well be 











drear, 
Since none are left to comfort, or dry up sorrow’s seit, a 
His feeble limbs are growing oe his journey now 
is over, : 
He knows the messenger of death is waiting at. the 
door. wom 
The blood is fceemtt in his veins, he has est his oe 
breath, 
And past the bounds of earthly pains, ihe oe are 
; sealed in death. a 
Such is the course of human life, and such sifiction’s 
| wave; 
No calm for mortals here below, no rest but in the 
grave. | 





THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR IS 
HARD. 


Wuen first the great Jehovah made man, out of the 
dust, 

And placed him in the garden, the upright and the 
just, 

The breath he then imparted made man a living soul, 

With animated nature placed under his control. 

There stood the man, creation’s lord, with sceptre in 
his hand, 

His strictest orders were to keep Almighty God’s com- 
mand. 

He could not wish to break the law, well knowimg if 
he fell, 

Before him yawned the jaws of death, the miseries of 
hell. | 

There, blessed with all the bounties that heaven could 
bestow, 

Why seek to taste the fountain of everlasting woe? 

None but the wiles of Satan, a traitor from his birth, 

Could cause a war in heaven, or rebellion upon earth, 


e104 re Way OF THE TRANSGRES. é ae : 


But, lo! this fond of darknese the woman. | now bes ‘ 
gules, 

He sees the fatal fall of man, and at his sorrow smiles. 

Man fell by his transgression, how terrible the fall, 

To lose his whole possession, bring sin and death on all! 

The image of his Maker must now resign his breath, 

Destined to see corruption, and feel the pangs of death. | 

No more to serve and love Him, their Everlasting 
God, | ; 

As hell’s eternal captives, they tremble at his nod. 

The grave shall be the dwelling for his repulsive 
shell, 

While all that is immortal must seek the depths of hell, 

There, with the fiends of darkness, to dwell for ever- 
more, 

Plunged in the lake of torment, in vain they seek the 
shore. 

Mid hell’s dark lurid billows, the soul shall be en- 

| tombed, — 

In waves of fire and sulphur, thoweh burning uncon- 
sumed. : 

Shut from the light of heaven, and all that’s bright 
and fair, 7 

Cast into utter daaeneae the victims of despair, 

Where God shall empty on them the vessels of his ire, 

To burn the vile transgressors in everlasting fire. 





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tite VING YEAR: 


THE golden sun has gone to rest. 
As he was sinking in the west 

His face grew pale, as if with fear, 
While gazing on the dying year. 


And, as he saw that they must part, 
He thus displayed a warmth of heart, 
But could not stop, or even lend 
Assistance to his dying friend. 


4 But bade adieu, and left him there, 
The ghastly victim of despair; 
Alone to draw his latest breath, 
A prey to darkness, and to death. 


His care-worn soul thus takes its flight, 

Surrounded by the shades of night; 
And so must fall, as it appears, 

One from the brotherhood of years. 


His many friends their voices swell, 
And of his former greatness tell. 

But, then, why need they idly prate? 
Those words of kindness come too late. 


106 


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Though much neglected in his youth, 
He, in his precepts, spoke the truth; 
As sad experience, still, can tell 

The lessons which she teaches well. 


His morning sun rose bright, and high, 
With regal splendor filled the sky; 

His brightest moments swiftly passed, 
His night of death has come at last. 


But as they wrapped him in his shroud, 
The wintry winds were howling loud; 
With all the world so cold, and drear, 
He could not wish to tarry here. 


Thus pass the years, and still, we find 
They scarcely leave a trace behind, 
Save on the furrowed brow of care; 
Their names are deeply written there. 


A single year—how short the space! 
Mere speck on Time’s deluded face. 

And Time, whose race seems nearly run, 
Is but eternity begun. 











tae RICH “AND POOR. 


True, there are those who think the rich man surely 
7 blest, 

Who envy him his golden plumes, and downy nest ; 
Who view the rich man’s course as one of constant joy,. 
Where troubles never come, and sorrows ne’er annoy. 


But, were the secret caverns of his heart laid bare, 

And could they view the many channels worn by care, 

Could they but know the inward feelings of his soul, 

Where boundless seas of grief their mighty billows 
roll, 


They then might know, that underneath a regal vest, 

Full many times, there heaves a sad and troubled 
breast. 

The massive crown may rest upon the royal head, 

Which constantly may tremble with excessive dread. 


It hath been said, by those whom God hath taught to 
know, 3 
That human love for gold will foster every woe; 





108 THE RICH AND POOR. 


And so, should we possess the wealth this world con- 
tains, ) 
We then should likewise have a world of cares, and 


pains. 


The rich man swells with pride, and gloats upon his 
store, 

And yet, the starving poor go empty from his door; 

The beggar asking alms, he passes coldly by, 

And from his filthy rags, he turns a scornful eye. 


He fears alike, the poor, the robber, and the knave; 
And thus, he proves to be the honest poor man’s slave. 
Whene’er he walks abroad, such idle fears attend, 

He looks upon the world, but can not see a friend. 


He feels his bloated wealth has proved to be a curse ; 
The petty thief feels not for him, but for his purse; 
And in his breast of steel, there dwells no human love; 
He dies a wretched death, assigned no place above. 


But in his narrow house, the earthworm’s banquet hall, 
Takes up his last abode, close wrapped within his pall. 
Tis said he there can sleep secure from all his foes, 

But, ah! what troubled dreams disturb his last repose! 


Perhaps he there may dream of widows’ tears, and 
sighs ; 
Perhaps he there may hear the starving orphans’ cries. 





THE RICH AND POOR. 109 


There’s not a wretch on earth, the vilest of his race, 
In such a state as this, could wish to take his place. 


Though many seek for wealth, yet those who seek shall 
find 


That wealth can ne’er bestow tranquillity of mind; 


? 


Their coffers may o’erflow, and yet, they find no rest; 
The poverty of soul still rankles in the breast. 


Though none may seem to envy the poor his humble 
i lot, | 
Yet providential blessings may smile around his cot. 
Hngaged in honest labor, the sweat rolls from his brow, 
He envies not his neighbor, but speeds the noble 
plough. 


Harth yields to him her bounties, he seeks no greater 
wealth, 

His head is crowned with honor, his cheeks are flushed 
with health ; 

He shunneth not the pauper, who begs from door to 
door, 

But shelters him in pity, and shares with him his store. 


The widow, and the orphan, God places in his care, 

His brawny arm will keep them from sinking in despair. 

His manly heart and noble soul, his actions all reveal, 

His crown is safe from moth and rust, where thieves go 
not to steal. 





THE MOUNTAIN OAK. 


A BRAVE old oak, a warrior tried, 

Deep rooted in the mountain side, 

In solemn grandeur widely spread 

His leafless branches o’er my head. 

With honest pride upon his form I gazed, 
I read his epitaph, awed, and amazed; 
He stood a towering monument sublime, 
The last survivor of the wreck of time. 


There, deeply written on his face, 

Was all the history of his race; 

Their deeds of valor, battles won, 

Their rising, and their setting sun. 

It told how they, for countless ages, stood 

The dauntless soldiers of the mighty wood; 

Through many storms their verdant plumes had tossed, 
With not one banner stained, one soldier lost. 


They might have triumphed yet, but, O, 
The battle-axe has laid them low! ? 
Among the slain, both fire and brand 
Were scattered by a hostile hand; 


THE MOUNTAIN OAK. 111 





Flames seize the dead, mélt every coat of mail, 
And sow their ashes on the rising gale; 
And far and wide, o’er all the blackened coast, 
This oak alone, is spared of all the host. 


The brave old oak, with giant form, 

Had bid defiance to the storm; 

But gaping wounds, both deep and wide, 

Were in the forest monarch’s side. 

Not even he escaped the shafts of Mars; 

His form was marked with countless wounds, and scars. 
The bolts of Jove had spent their strength on him, 
Had seared his trunk, and reft him of a limb. 


“And still the forest chief remains, 

The life-blood coursing in his veins, 

Till scars and years at last allied, 

Have checked the current of their tide; 

And still the mountain oak, though sear and dead, 
Holds high in air his tempest-beaten head; 

Though youth, and friends, and life has passed away, 
There stands the oak, still noble in decay. 





NATURE'S -RAMPAR Tse 


Lo! nature’s ramparts are the giant hills which. stand 

Impregnable, a shield to freedom’s chosen band. 

Thine are the walls, O, nature! that a God has formed, 

The sacred battlements oppressors ne’er have stormed. 

Safely intrenched with thee, fair freedom loves to 
dwell, 

Thou did’st inspire the soul of patriotic TELL. 

The eagle, when pursued, to thee directs her eyre, 

She gains thy heaven-born crags, she rests her pinions 
there. 

There, on thy summit hoar, where vapor hangs like 
shrouds, 

The exiled chief may hold communion with the clouds ; 

To climb thy rugged walls, base hirelings never dare, 

No fiendlike yells of slaves disturb thy midnight air. 

The chieftain there may sleep, roused by no foeman’s 
tramp, 

The very rocks and trees stand sentry in his camp ; 

His camp-fire is the moon which rolls above his head, 

His blanket is the moss, the rock his downy bed, 





NATURE’S RAMPARTS. 1138 


His only colors are the starry fields above, 

Fit emblems of the free, of liberty, and love. 

The elements may war, the thunder-drum may roll, 

But can not terrify his patriotic soul ; 

Still fires of freedom burn within his bosom warm, 

He views the God of peace still smiling through the 
storm. 

And still within those walls may liberty abound ; 

Be nature’s lovely brow with fairest trophies crowned. 

The warring tribes of earth shall vanish, one by one, 

Their noonday glory fades, low sinks their setting 
sun ; 

But nature’s ramparts stand as monuments sublime, 

And rear their giant heads above the wreck of time. 

O, nature, thou art blessed with battlements secure ! 

The exile finds, in thee, a faithful friend, and sure. 

The hostile hosts of earth may gather on the plain, 

May charge against thy base, and yet they charge ir 
vain. 

Long shall thy hills remain as strongholds of the free,. 

Impregnable to all except the PowErs THAT BE. 

But still there is a time when nature’s ramparts all, 

Shall melt with fervent heat, and from their basis 


fall. 

But, till that time, O, hills! rear up your princely 
heads, 

Cast back the’ ocean waves, confine them in their 
beds ; 


8 


Fooneane the lindems that riceene on your ‘crests 


_ Preserve the bee robes of all the hues, and shades 2 








fe IGNITY OF HONEST LABOR. 


SuBJECT.—AIl men are destined to labor—all men do labor—it is far easier 
to pursue honest labor than dishonest labor—besides there is dignity and majesty 


in honest labor that raises man almost to a god. 


Tis plainly, in the Scriptures, to be found, 

That man was made to dress and till the ground; 
And while he dwelt in Eden’s lovely bowers, 

His duty was to tend the fruit and flowers. 


To live from labor free, has well been tried, 
Both wealth, and craft, for this has been applied; 
But sluggard man, compelled his breath to draw, 
Can’t change the smallest sentence of God’s law. 


Show me a single man on earth, who lives, 

And ne’er his mind or body labor gives, 

And J’ll show you, in him, through nature’s screen, 
A miracle the world has never seen. 


Shall idleness be laid, without a cause, 

To senators, and men who make our laws, 

Whose brains are racked, who sceptre minds must 
wield, 

As well as those who fight on battle-field? 





116 THE DIGNITY OF HONEST LABOR. 


Attorneys o’er their midnight oil, prepare 

That brief which costs them hours of search, and care. 
Who call them idle, by their speech confess 

How little real knowledge they possess. 


Physicians labor to perform their part, 

To elevate self noble healing art; | 

How bend they o’er the couch where life and death,, 
Appear to ebb and flow at every breath. 


Even the thief who seeks for midnight spoil, 
Pursues the very hardest kind of toil; 

He labors in the night while others rest, 
By day unceasing fears disturb his breast. 


The beggar labors, as from door to door 

He begs the humble pittance of your store. 
Some deem it idleness, but, O, ’twould be 

The very hardest kind of toil for me! 


When chilling storms assail him with their darts, 
When keenest hunger gnaws his vital parts, 

He finds no shelter but the open shed, 

The cold damp earth to pillow up his head. 


Yes! all must labor, still ’tis very true 
That some but little labor seem to do. 

I know ’tis said the thief, the rascal, lives, 
Who ne’er a single hand to labor gives. 





LHE DIGNITY OF HONEST LABOR. 117 


But see him work,—his hands, his tongue, his feet, 
Are all employed some honest man to cheat. 

It takes the shrewdest man to play the clown ; 
So, idlers are the busiest men in town. 


Although dishonest men may seem to glide 
Without one effort, smoothly with the tide, 

Yet im their course lie rugged rocks, and shoals, 
Their ships are wrecked, and ruined are their souls. 


What are the rocks, and shoals of life? you ask. 
To answer this, be mine the pleasant task. 

_ Adversity, that solemn rock of death, | 
Is one where thousands draw their latest breath. 


The guilty conscience is a shoal in life, 
Where suicides by thousands end the strife. 
The convict’s cell, the damp, unhealthy floor, 
Where multitudes have sunk to rise no more. 


The keeper’s scourge, the prisoners there must feel; 
There all must labor for the public weal. 

Such the reward dishonest labor gives, 

Unworthy of the vilest wretch that lives. 


But honest labor plays another part; 
Gives peace and plenty to the honest heart, 
Pictures deception to the candid view, 
Shows up the world in all her colors true. 





118 | THE DIGNITY OF HONEST LABOR, — 


Behold the farmer in his daily toil, 
His highest aim to cultivate the soil; 
From morn till eve he treads the vernal sod, 
Exalted man, blest image of his God. 


His golden sceptre is the mighty plow; 
This is the cross to which all nations bow. 
Of all professions this the more refined, 
Tend most to elevate the human mind. 


For, while he labors with perspiring face, 
The bread of industry he eats with grace. 
From early spring, till winter snows shall fall, 
He tills the earth, blessed mother of us all. 


"Tis seed-time, and the farmer sows the field, 
He looks to God to give the promised yield; 
The sun, and dews of heaven shall impart 
New warmth, and life to nature’s icy heart. 


While, from the bosom of the same bright earth 
Which gives to man his nourishment, and birth, 
The seeds, and plants, that husbandmen have dressed, 
Receive their food from Mother Nature’s breast. 


O, husbandman! thy calling is supreme, 

For thee creation’s hight was made to gleam; 
Karth’s richest viands on thy table spread, 
Sweet be thy sleep, for downy is thy bed. 








THE DIGNITY OF HONEST LABOR, _ 519 


Hands at the forge, and anvil may be found, 
Like secondary planets to abound, 

- With honest hearts, and dignity of soul, 

Who can the very elements control. 


And there are those who run the plane and saw, 
Pleased to comply with nature’s honest law; 
While bending o’er the bench with eyes so clear, 
Show there is dignity in every sphere. 


The shepherd, on the rugged mountain side, 
Surveys his flock with dignity and pride; 

The rocks, the hills, the orbs that o’er him roll, 
Do all conspire to elevate his soul. 


Through nature’s carpet in his lone retreat, 
Are crystal fountains gushing at his feet; 
While flowery dells are far beneath him spread, 
Bright is the dome that arches overhead. 


The sailors, as they plough the mighty main, 
And leave no furrow on the boundless plain, 
Pause not to think how many hearts, and true, 
Are now at rest beneath the ocean blue. 


Wherever duty leads, their course they steer, 
Through calm, and storm, to regions far or near; 
Bright waters clave beneath the vessel’s prow, 
While perspiration rolls from every brow. 





There on the rolling deep devoid of oe ae ars 
The mariner consumes his homely fare, ligt 








While sluggard thoughts ne’er occupy his henge 
Contented thus to earn his daily bread. | 


Nor is the man who labors with the hod, 
One whit the lower in the sight of God, 
Than they who mighty realms, and empires own, 
Who sway the rod, and occupy the throne. | 


That man who labors with this end in view, 
Bound every honest duty to pursue, 

It matters not his station, or his birth, 
Possesses all the real majesty of earth. 





STORM AND SUNSHINE OF BOYHOOD; 


OR, TWO SIDES TO THE PICTURE. 


Though bright is the sunshine of boyhood, 
Yet all is not pleasant to him, 

For the smallest of clouds that arises, 
His brightest of moments may dim. 


I know that the rambling school-boy 
Has innocent joy in his heart, | 
While he plays with his ball in the meadow, 
Or shoots with his cross-gun, or dart. 


To wade in the mud, and the water, 
To him, is a source of delight, 

He loves to be fishing, and sporting, 
He loves to be flying the kite. 


His spool-tops, his wagons and horses, 
His play-house, his hoop, and his cart, 
- His water-wheel; wind-mill; and hand-sleigh ; 
Can moments of pleasure impart. 


He loves to be skating, and sliding, 
He loves to be rolling in snow, 

To see him, in all his amusements, 
You'd think him a stranger to woe, ’ 


1222s sToRM AND ‘SUNSHINE OF BOVHOOD. 


And now, we have pokentt on the bright side, 
As people most commonly do; 

But, let us turn over the picture, 
The dark side is present to view. 


The school-house, to him, is a prison, 
That weighs down his spirits with care; 
He considers his teacher a turnkey, 
For guarding, and keeping him there. 


He sits on the bench in the corner, 
And fumbles the leaves of his book, 
For which he receives, from the teacher, 

A perfectly barbarous look. 


\ 
Or, perhaps on his slate he draws pictures, 
Or whispers, or laughs, through mistake, 
And, as a reward for so doing, 
He gets but a cuff, and a shake. 


Or, should he, at times, be rebellious, 
Or, any ways caught in the lurch, 

He receives, from the hands of the teacher, 
A. smart application of dich. 


Though forced to submit, yet, in silence 
He curses the despot who stands, 

In the shape of a teacher, before him 
With rod of correction in hands. 








STORM AND SUNSHINE OF BOYHOOD. 


O, how I can sympathize with him, 

Yet, sympathy here is all vain; 

Though he fears neither man, or the devil, 
He trembles at sight of the cane. 


In limb, and in joint he is shaking, 
His eyes are but fountains of tears; 

No promise for future will save him 
A cuff, or a pull at the ears. 


I have many times thought, as Old Nick 
Has oceans of sulphur to spare, 

In the gloomiest regions of Tophet, 
The teacher was sure of a share. 


He deals out his vengeance unsparing, 
The school-boy, with visage forlorn, 

Beholds his last moments approaching, 
And has to ‘‘acknowledge the corn.” 


Poor martyr, his woes they are many, 
His pleasures are fleeting, and few, 
O, Wisdom! behold what the school-boy 

Is destined to suffer for you. 


And thus you will find, in all pictures, 
The bright side presented to view; 

But be sure that you turn the leaf over, 
That nought shall be hidden from you. 


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WEALTH AND WISDOM 


OR, THE WISE ARE ALWAYS RICH. 


[Delivered before the Delaware County Teachers’ Association, at its Semi- 


annual Meeting, 1862.] 


‘‘ Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth under- 
‘standing ; for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and 


the gain thereof than fine gold.”? 


King Sotomon thus spake, while round Bis shining. 

, throne, 

Rich drapery of gold magnificently shone; 

And who could better judge than he, who from his 
youth 

Had worshipped at the shrine of wisdom and of truth. 


He prayed that he might have an understanding heart, 

In the affairs of men wisely to bear his part; 

For, though he wore the crown, although he psec: 
the rod, 

He knew that human wisdom must be born of God. 


God listened to his prayer, he granted his desire, 
He filled the monarch’s soul with wisdom’s holy fire; 
In judgment he was wise, in council he was true, 
More than all earth beside ’tis said this monarch knew. 


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Jerusalem, made glad, blew loud the trump of fame, 
Both over sea and land they heralded his name; 
His Proverbs went abroad, his Songs on every tongue, 
His fame through every land by every one was sung; 


His navy rode the deep, freighted with golden ore, 
Yes, Ophir’s yellow sand was added to his store; 
Vast temples which he built he overlaid with gold, 
While all that he possessed was of the richest mould. 


In forty thousand stalls his chariot horses fed, 

Twelve thousand horsemen watched the nodding of his 
head ; 

While Solomon was king it scarcely could be told, 

In which he most excelled—his wisdom or his 
gold. 


But let us now decide, when centuries have fled, 
Jerusalem’s proud king is sleeping with the dead ; 
Where now is all the gold he hoarded in his prime? 
It perished ages since, yes, by the rust of time. 


His stalls are vacant now, no horsemen smack the 
thong, | 

No char’oteers are seen wheeling their course along, 

Clouds from his char’ot wheels have long since rolled 
away, 

His own Jerusalem is stricken with decay. 


126 WEALTH AND WISDOM. 


But still his songs are sung in every tongue and age; 
They stand in bright array on history’s sacred page ; 
And while his Proverbs stand as monuments sublime, 
His wisdom shall survive the awful wreck of time. 


He sleeps with all his pomp, and all his proud array, 
Within his narrow cell, his prison-house of clay; 
His life and death have proved his Proverbs true to be, 
Then let his noble precepts serve both you and me, 


Let us not join the chase with those who run for 
wealth, 

Dispensing with their years, their honor and their 
health ; 

For while they clutch: the prize which hath not power 
to save, | 

They read with streaming eyes their summons to the 
grave. 


Although we know the rich are beggars in the tomb, 
Although God’s holy law reveals to us their doom, 
We weep around their bier, we follow in their train, 
We mount their fiery steeds and give ambition reign! 


While cities disappear, lo! others take their birth, 

And revel for a while with all the show of mirth ; 

But man, whose years are few, has scarcely run his 
race, 

Before his greatest works have crumbled to the base. 













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Behold the scythe of time is sweeping at our back, 
It leaves us like the grass to wither in its track; 

_ While many of us bow before the golden calf, 
Behold, our garnered wealth is scattered like the chaff. 


Our hearts do often bleed for wealth, our heart’s 
desire, 

Which quenches every spark of pure celestial fire ; 

Yes, Mammon like a sluice drains virtue from the 
soul, 

Steals all its native wealth and holds it in control. 


But wisdom, like the star that shone in Bethlehem, 
Shines with celestial light in nature’s diadem; 

~The Fates may all combine her beauties to deform, 
But being born of God she rides above the storm. 


Look o’er the waste of time, and all appears so dark, 

You nothing can behold, save here and there a spark; 

But by each little light most plainly you can tell 
The sage philosopher is sitting in his cell. 


Old blear-eyed Homer now appears to beg no more, 
He sits beneath the vine at his own cottage-door ; 
Although his locks are white, his heart is big with joy, 


For still he loves to sing the noble Siege of Troy. 


John Milton, once so blind, new vision has obtained, 
The Paradise he lost new Paradise has gained ; 

















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Cynic Diogenes basks in the light of day, : 
Though Alexander’s throne has tumbled to decay. 


Those ancient sages all appear in robes of white, 

Like lamps that are well trimmed they yield a moet Oy 
light ; 

Or like the crystal fount where wisdom’s waters rise, 

Fach has his little source replenished from the skies. 


O, at the present day had we the power to make 
A. tour around the world. a just survey to take; 
Over the human race could we but have control, 
To tear their trappings off, unbosom every soul,— 


Ye gods, the woeful sight would make the strongest 
quake, 

Would make the hardest heart with pans pity 
shake! 

Within the richest form the soul with hunger cries; 

Yes, Mammon tries in vain to check her stifled sighs. 


While wisdom clothes the soul, and gives her food 
and health, 

She sinks a sickened dwarf bene the power of 
wealth ; 

O wisdom, at thy shrine let us resolve to bow, 

May heaven give us strength to keep our sacred vow 


But it has been affirmed that all can not be wise, 
That wisdom is not giv’n to all beneath the skies ; 





WEALTH AND WISDOM. 129 


That all have not the chance to enter college halls, 
To read the wise inscriptions written on her walls. 


There are, if we may judge from actions, speech and 
looks, 

Those who think wisdom is acquired alone from books. 

How little do they think that God all wisdom is, 

That wisdom dwells in all, because all things are his. 


Yes, water, fire and air, the rugged mountain peaks, 
Are stages all, from which the God of wisdom speaks. 
No man is there so deaf but wisdom’s voice may hear, 
If he but condescend to turn a willing ear. 


Besides, ’tis clearly seen that very many fools, 

Have taken their degrees in colleges and schools. 
Learn all you can from books, ’twill do much good 
indeed, 

But nature’s mammoth book ’s a book we all should 
read. 


But what does nature teach that we may all desire? 

What knowledge can she give, that we should all ac-. 
quire ? 

Why! nature teaches all that books have ever taught, 

The wise have ever wrote, the wise have ever thought. 


All wisdom, I have said, must come from her alone;, 
Whether to grace the cot, or decorate the throne: 









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Lo! each existing thing, from mountains to the mite 





Teaches a useful lesson, if ’tis learned aright. 


The lily of the field, our Lord was heard to say, 
Fixcelled earth’s richest king in all his proud array ;_ 
For lo! she stood arrayed in colors all her own, 
Casting her richest odors round her native throne. 


She is acknowledged queen of all the floral race, 
And yet she wears the crown with modesty and grace. 
Her lesson teaches us that purity of heart, . 
With modesty of form, excels the show of art. 


Lo! nature’s leaves are spread, the type is large and 
plain, 

We should not shut our eyes, nor treat her with dis- 
dain ; | 

The peasant in his cot, the shepherd with his crook, 

Will often sit and con pages of nature’s book. 


All those who wish to learn what nature doth impart, 
Must open ears and eyes, the portals of the heart; 
Lo! nature bids you come, she opens wide her arms, 
‘Who fly to her embrace may revel in her charms. 


Go to Siloam’s rill, pause on her flowery brink, 
Her sweetest waters are inviting you to drink; 
With banks of living green she pillows up your head, 
While Sharon roses form the curtains round your bed. 


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WEALTH AND WISDOM. 131 


She gives you sweet repose, then bids you on your way, 
For fairest flowers of earth shall blossom but a day. 
From nature’s crystal fount the vilest wretch may sip, 
Tis cheering to the soul, ’tis honey to the lip. 


Go drink the pledsant draught, ’twill heighten your 
desires, a4 

‘Twill lift the thoughts to heaven to which the soul 
aspires ; | | 

Search out the ways of earth, by searching you will 
find, ) 

How much her many ways are fashioned like mankind. 


Night wraps her sable folds around the mother earth, 
Who labors on her couch, to give the morrow birth; 
When, lo! the morning breaks, the painful task is done, 
The anxious mother now beholds her infant son. 


Heaven sends her choicest breeze to fan the mother 
now, 

While perspiration stands in drops upon her brow; 

Night quenches all her thirst with moisture from the 
sky, 

The fever-heat of day will leave her parched and dry. 


And still night gives her rest, her aching brow restores, 
Still the cool sweat of life issues from all her pores; 
Summer and winter but as day and night appear, 
While spring and autumn are as twilights of the year. 





WEALTH AND WISDOM. 
In spring she issues forth in all her rich array, ©; 
Her queenly form is dressed in royal robes of May; 


She passes thus the day, but lo! there cometh night, | 
The winter snow shall be her sleeping-gown of white. 


How many times she quakes as with excessive pain,’ 
To tell us where she aches, she seems to strive mm vain; 
When lo! she finds a tongue,.a mouth to vent her ire,: 
From which she vomits forth torrents of liquid fire. 


Nature would seem possessed with feelings like our 

At times she seems to ae at times she seems to 
moan ; 

Oft when aR weeps you. hear the thunder-bell’s dene 
toll, ee i 

While fiery. bolts of J ove are shot from pole to Male i 


Both man and beast appear as stricken now with dread,. 
As if they all had stood in presence of the dead ; 
All nature now puts on a scowl of deep joan e 
Her bitter wailings sound most dismal in the air. 


You see the forest trees shook by her stifled sighs, 
You see her clouds are hung like draperies in the skies, 
You see a flood of tears shed from some weeping eye, 
You see the mournful train, but see no hearse go by. 


But, lo! her clouds dispersed, again she looks as gay 
As when light first broke forth, and chaos rolled away ; 





WEALTH AND WISDOM. 133 


All nature seems to smile, the dark-eyed earth looks 
glad, 
“To see her sisterhood in shining vesture clad. 


Harth dons a floral garb that’s neither old nor plain, 

Yet of her queenly looks she is not proud or vain; 

Though time has been at work, her pulse still beat- 
ing ‘high, 

Seems to roll back his wheels, and all his force defy. 


But here she seems to be unlike the human race, 
Who flash like meteors, then vanish into space; 

She is not vain, like man, though richly she is drest, 
For, see what wealth untold she treasures in her breast. 


Go to her mines, her caves, dive in the mighty deep, 
For treasures rich and rare within her bosom sleep; 
Yes, many fathoms down her coral gardens grow, 
Beneath the roughest waves the brightest ambers glow. 


Then worship not your gold, ’tis vanity, ’tis sin, 

Look not to outward show, but turn your thoughts 
within; 

See nature’s banner spread before you as you pass, 

See on her sacred folds inscribed, ‘‘ All flesh is grass.” 


This all must realize when on life’s summit hoar, 
They stand and view the vast eternity before. 

That fatal summit all are sure to reach at last, 
Whatever course they take, should they go slow or fast. 


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WEALTH AND WISDOM. — 


Far up the misty height sweet happiness appears, | 
Beguiling all our cares, saluting us with cheers; | 
To every human eye she wears a pleasing dress, — 
For all mankind appears to value her caress. — 


The miser tries to win this goddess with his store, 
He presses up the height, bearing his yellow ore, 


His aching limbs support his massive purse of gold, — 


Tis like a ball of snow, that gathers as ’tis rolled. 


He gains the brow at last, this goddess now appears 

Not what she seemed when viewed through the dark 
mist of years. 

He finds that happiness itself is wealth untold, 

And is not bought with things corruptible as gold. 


Ah! now he seems to cast a lingering look behind, 

But finds no ray of hope to cheer his anxious mind; 

He stands and views with grief the horrors of the 
erave, | 

He feels the chilling breath of Jordan’s troubled wave. 


That Mammon has proved false, you’d hear him now 
declare, : 

Deserted as he stands, the victim of despair. 

He heaves one bitter sigh, he casts one look before, 

He takes the fearful leap, and life with him is o’er. 


Beyond this world of ours, I ask you not to go, 
For we design to speak no further than we know. 





WEALTH AND WISDOM. 135 


Look o’er the miser’s life, and tell me, if you can, 
What joys he here possess’d desirable to man; 


What earthly cheer was his more than the poor may 


claim ? 7 

He'd clothing, food, and drink,—have not the poor the 
same ? | 

The wealth that he possessed made him the more a 
slave, 


It doubled all his cares, but had not power to save. 


He nightly on his couch saw harbingers of fear, 

And in his troubled dreams imagined robbers near ; 

Now that his soul must sink when life becomes a 
wreck, 


'Twere better that a millstone hanged about his neck! 


Although the man of wisdom takes the same ascent, 
He follows not the path in which the miser went. 
Sweet happiness, which seems to bless his earthly store, 
Sits by his scanty board, stands smiling at his door; 


She guides his steps by day, at night she gives him 
rest ; 

She hovers round his head; she dwells within his 
breast ; 

Now on the mountain’s brow, he sees her take her 
stand, | 

And while he looks she seems to beckon with her hand. 


on Ce 


He for his stewardship receives eternal rest. 


‘We measure not his wealth, his houses, and his lands; 


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He needs no hoarded wealth expenses to defray, 

His own right arm shall pluck subsistence by the way; 
True wisdom is his staff, his purse, his scrip, his meat, 
‘Tis clothing to his back, ’tis sandals to his feet; 


His pilgrimage is made, life’s summit is attained, 
Five talents which he had, five talents more fe 
gained; 


His wisdom has increased, his works have “il been 
blest, 


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Wealth claims us for a day, deserts us with our breath, 
But wisdom gained in life shall not be lost in death! 
This is what we believe, and is the ground on which 
We venture to affirm, the wise are always rich! 


Gold glitters on the man, like bubbles on the stream, 
Before misfortune’s breath twill vanish like a dream; 
But as the ambers glow down in the ocean’s bed, 

So wisdom’s constant light illumines heart and head. 


When death refines all men, does wisdom suffer loss? : 
No! it retains its weight, while wealth all goes to dross. 
Let wisdom be our standard weight and measure then, 
By which we weigh, and measure, properties of men. 


We measure just the man, and not what he commands; 








WEALTH AND WISDOM. 137 


For many men, if weighed with all the clothes they 
wear, | 

You'd find you'd have to dock at least one half for 
TALC.” 


The real worth of gold depends upon its use, 

Though harmless of itself, how horrid its abuse! 

Our love of money seems to foster every care, 

Makes earth a scene of woe, and leaves us what 
we are. ers 


True wisdom gives to wealth what power she has for 
good, 

While wisdom reigns supreme where Mammon never 
could ; 

Gold fills the prison-house; builds up our public schools; 

Tis manna to the wise, ’tis brimstone unto fools! 


Then happy is the man who walks in wisdom’s ways, 
Who estimates his gold no further than it pays 
Toward elevating man in this sublunar sphere, 

By satisfying wants that must attend us here. 


Who measures powers of men by knowledge they pos- 
Sess, 

Without the least regard for majesty of dress; 

For weighing by this scale, all men at last will find 

There are no riches, save the riches of the mind. 








AN ADDRESS TO UNION COLLEGE, __ 
MY ALMA MATER. — ae 


Otp Union thy shades are still sacred, 
And traitor of traitors I’d be, 

If, in life’s busy round, I neglected 
To pay my devotion to thee. 


Thy sons, though their numbers are legion, _ | a 
By thee, have been kindly caressed; vee ; 
From dwarfs they have grown to be giants , a 
On milk which they drew from thy breast. — ; 


From that same inexhaustible fountain 
I claimed a diminutive share; 

She gave me the jewel of jewels, 
And now let me use it with care. 


She gave me the chart, and the compass, 
She marked out the course I should steer; 

With Wisdom for lading, and _ ballast, 
She bade me have nothing to fear. 





AN ADDRESS TO UNION COLLEGE. 


Like Columbus, through life’s troubled waters, 
We voyage to regions unknown; 

Shall we trust to the breeze that may waft us 
To torrid, or temperate zone? 


O, no! if we look to the compass, 
Which ever is true to the pole, 

We shall ride o’er the waters in safety, 
Though angry the billows may roll. 


The gray-looking walls of Old Union, 
May boast of her having giv’ birth 

To the very first men of our nation, 
To some of the giants of earth. 


Her groves are the fairest, and sweetest, 
Her gardens are lovely to view, 

Her flowers, with the fragrance of Eden, 
Are drinking the heavenly dew. 


Old Union! thy son shall be faithful 
Whatever his fortune may be; 
His tongue shall be ever declaring 
His heartfelt devotion to thee. 


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A TRUE FRIEND. 











WE have many feioned friends, and yet we’ve but few 
That shall prove, when tried, to be honest and true; 
There are those who may seek us when fortune shall 

smile, , 


Who may kindly caress us, and strive to beguile. 


There are those ee favor and flatter for rege 

You may trust in their friendship, but trusting is vain; 

Though words smooth as oil on their tongues se 
abound, 

When adversity comes they are not to be fauae 


But give me the friend that will stand by my side, 
When fortune shall frown, and mankind shall deride . 
Give me one who would fain, from his own scanty 

store, : 
Divide his last crust with the starving and poor. 


_ When such we have found, may we never depart 
From friendship which holds him so dear to the heart; 
Rich or poor though he be, he is never the worse, 
‘Tis the size of his soul—and not of his purse. 





ONTARIO. 


Ontario! whose rugged breast 

The sails of commerce have caressed ; 

One century ago, ye knew 

Naught save the red man’s rough canoe. 
The child of nature, with his oar, 

Then row’d along thy rugged shore, 

In search of game for that which erst 
Should seek thy shore to quench his thirst— 
Where forest shades, to every surge, 
Would echo back a fearful dirge, 

As maddening billows, with a roar, 

Would dash in fragments on the shore. 
Those rock-bound shores no more are seen 
Arrayed in robes of nature’s green; 

That lone canoe has sunk to sleep 

Within the caverns of the deep. 

The red man, brave of heart and hands, 
Now rests secure in spirit lands. 

By him unheeded are the waves, 

He’s sleeping with his kindred braves. 








And commerce, mah denen a 
Spreads wide her canvass to the gale. 


OsweEco, Dec. 1st, 1858. 





THE GATHERING STORM. 


Lo! in yon azure vault of heaven the dark’ning clouds 
arise, 

And by the western winds are driven athwart the sum- 
mer skies. 

Those clouds obscure the rays of light and cast a gloom 
around, 

The booming thunder from afar brings terror in the 
sound ; 

Fierce storm-fiends howl in every blast, as onward they 
are driven, 
They can not find a refuge in the canopy of heaven. 
The lightning’s vivid flash is seen descending from on 
high, | 
Where black’ning clouds in anger roll like billows thro’ 
the sky— 

The forest oak, proud monarch, is severed in the blast, 

He oft defied the tempest—it has conquered him at 
last; 

The wild beast, fearing danger, starts upward from his 
lair, 

He seeks a place of safety but can not find it there. 





~The ploughman fleeth homeward ays from a ( 
wrath, 









He dare not face the erste: or cross him in his | 
path. | 
All animated nature is silent as the dead, 
While rides the Great Jehovah in triumph overhead. 
The rain descends in torrents, the winds no longer 
blow, — a 
Hach unassuming river grows rapid in its flow. . 4 
But lo! the storm is over—the bow of promise stands 
A gift from Him who holdeth all power in his hands. 
We thank thee, Great Creator, in whom we rest se- 
cure, 3 aa 
Thy promise never faileth, thy words are ever sure. P 





THE VOYAGE OF LIFE. 


THE morn breaks in splendor, the sun is on high, 

Pursuing in grandeur his course through the sky ; ig 
Our vessel is freighted, and ready to sail, | 
Long hours we have waited for light, and the gale. 


As we loose from our moorings no billows are seen 
To roll on the breast of the ocean serene; _ 

With canvas expanding we speed from the shore ~ 
Into waters we never have sailed in before. 


Our log-books may show us the course we pursue, — 
When lands we have left shall recede from the view; 
But who shall inform us what course we must take? — 

What time we shall sail in? what port we shall make? 


The day has been pleasant, but far in the west, 
With pallor the day-god retires to his rest; 
As night folds around us her mantle of gloom, 


Dark clouds gather o’er us revealing our doom. 
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THE VOYAGE OF LIFE. | 


~The night-wind’s low murmur proclaims to the ear, 
That a storm is approaching and danger is near; 
The waves are increasing, our vessel is tossed ; 
Each man to his station, or all will be lost! — 


Storm-demons are howling a dirge o’er the wavs, 
Which may be ere morning the mariner’s grave, 
The tempest is rending sail, rigging, and shroud, 
While billows are roaring both fearful and loud. 


All night amid breakers, surrounded with gloom; 
We stand like a convict awaiting his doom,— 
Iixpecting to sink where the waters’ wild spray 
Shall roll far above ere the coming of day. 


But God who commandeth the wind and the wave,— 
Whose arm is around us, is able to save,— 

The wrath of the tempest he stays with his might, 
He scatters the darkness and calls back the light. 


He bids us look up when the tempest shall lower, 
Rely on his goodness and trust in his power; 
When clouds of adversity hover around, | 

In him, and him only, true comfort is found. 


We know not the time when our voyage may end, 
Or with how many hardships we'll have to contend; 
Still hope cheers us onward in search of the shore 
Where life’s stormy ocean shall harm us no more. 





BEAUTY AND FRIENDSHIP. 


Ir was down by the river, along with a friend, 

I had rambled a few precious moments to spend. 
Not a cloud rolled its surf in the deep azure sky, 
While the bright sun was riding, at anchor, on high. 


And the sweetest of odors that May could compound, 
On the wings of the zephyr was wafted around; 
On nature’s green carpet, we sat ourselves down 
By the smooth flowing river, in view of the town. 


There the alder, and willow, by nature arrayed, 

Had united their branches to form us a shade; 

Wild roses, and lilies, and violets blue, 

Stood in clusters around on the banks where they 
grew. 


The bright crystal waters meandered below; 

How fair was the margin, how lovely the flow, 
How dear was that river which rolled in its pride; 
But more dear to my soul was the friend at my side 


But a union of heart, without union of hand, 


‘Misfortunes may lower, while afflictions descend, 


‘Yet the lone star of friendship will shine in the soul. 








TISn a oe ‘BEAUTY AND FRIENDSHIP. 


Pawith alline shdexaatntis that nature can lend, 
There is no form as lovely as that of a friend ; 

There is nothing as pleasant that earth ever end 
As to bask in the sunshine of hearts that are true. 


But, O, there are rivers whose waters expand, 





And sink, in their beauty, mid deserts of sand! 
There are hearts, too, congenial, on earth may be seen, — 
Where the river of fate rolls her waters between. 


They may gaze on that river where dark waters move, 
They may see there reflected vbe patil that any, 
love; 


Ts all lost like that river in deserts of sand. 


® 


But we should not despair while we yet have a friend. 
Our sun may be darkened, our moon cease to roll, 





PigitevOICE OF NATURE. 


Or nature’s stillness, poets sing, 

The many charms her silence bring; 
But still, the spot can ne’er be found, 
Where nature’s voice does not resound. 


You may forsake the busy throng, 

Who crowd the streets, and press along, 
But as you rove through nature’s wild, 
You'll hear her accents low, and mild. 


She whispers in the gentle breeze 
That wings its course among the trees; 
She murmurs in the crystal rill, 

That seeks a passage down the hill. 


She speaks aloud where wild winds roar, 
And ocean’s awful surges pour; 

Her voice is heard along the plain, 
Where sweeps the troubled hurricane. 






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‘Tis heard in rivers deep, and wide, —_— 
AT a piel? 


Forever rolling to the tide; |) am 





As they pursue their winding track, | 









He “i Plunge down the giant cataract. — 


Her notes sublime are heard on high, 
When angry storms sweep through the sky; 
When lightning’s flash and thunders roll, 

Her voice is heard from pole to pole. 


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OUR BANNER. 


In the old Revolution when tyrants assailed, 

And sought to subdue us, but utterly failed— 
"Twas the Star-spangled Banner we hoisted on high, 
To show that as freemen we’d conquer or die! 

We taught them a lesson they’ll never forget, 

‘Tis fresh in the mind of each proud Briton yet— 
On the folds of that banner they view with regret, 
The fixed stars of freedom which never shall set. 
"Mid the tumult of battle, with eyes closed in death, 
There many a hero has breathed his last breath— 
While the bright flag of freedom encircl’d his breast, 
His soul took its flight to the regions of rest. 

That flag every freeman with ardor inspires; 

’Tis hailed as a boon from our patriot sires; 

Their country from bondage they died to deliver; 
We'll cherish their memory now and forever. 

May the Banner of Liberty fearlessly soar, 

In the pure light of heaven, ’till time is no more; 
Till the last foe of freedom, beholding his doom, 
Shall seek a safe refuge at last in the tomb. 


1857. 





MY COUNTRY I LOVE. 


My dear country I love, while her freedom remains, ge 
And may death seal my eyes ere I view her in chains. | 
When my home is no longer the home of the. free, 

She hath lost all her charms, and endearments, for me. 


You may talk of division in peace, or in war, 
But the thoughts of disunion I strictly abhor; 
_No hopes of salvation to her can be given, 7 a 
When her once noble form shall in fragments be riv’n. 


With her navy afloat, and her banners unfurled, 
She hath long been the ies and the pride of the 
world ; 
But. her sons, who preside, have been false to their . 
trust, Ma tie 
And her strong constitution have trampled in dust. 
Can a freeman behold, with no eause to regret, 
When he knows that the star of her glory must set?, 
Ah, no! there is cause for the bravest to mourn, 
When his once happy country lies bleeding and torn ! 


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MY COUNTRY I LOVE. 153 
| She ’rose from oppression, her morning was bright, 
Her day has been brilliant, but what of the night? 


Can a freeman reflect, and his weeping forbear, 
When he knows she must sink in the deepest despair? 


Her protectors may sleep in their dark gory bed, 

Yet a halo of glory encircles each head ; 

- But your tears, like their blood, shall be shed as the 
dew, : | 

When freedom no longer shall smile upon you, 


To the westward your eagle no longer shall soar! 

His wings have been broken, he spreads them no 
more ; | 

His plumes shed no lustre, in grief he retires, 

To the crags of the mountain, and lonely expires. 


Shall the low plains of Camden, that once sacred 
ground, drat 

No more ‘neath the tread of brave freemen resound ? 

Shall the blood of our fathers thus loudly complain — 

That their labors for freedom were labors in vain? 


When the Angel of Peace shall revisit no more 

Our once lovely empire, our thrice happy shore; 

When the bright fane of liberty fades from the 
view, 

Shall the Angel of Vengeance await upon you! 


ee a “ay counrey I LOVE. 









My Peary your fates I sincerely ioe : Ke: i M 
For the days of your greatness, alas! are no more; 
Your degenerate offsprings their birthright have sold, 


They have barter’d their freedom for silver and gold. 


When the flag of our nation no longer I trace, 
On the walls of Savannah, in Jasper’s embrace ; 
When with sectional: freedom Fort Moultrie is fired, 
Where a Jasper once fought, and McDonald expired; 


"Tis a time for the bravest to tremble with fear, 
For the safety of home, and of those they hold dear! 
"Tis no wonder that sages despair in the cause | 
Of their once happy country, her freedom, and laws. 


To the God of all nations, let us all repair; 

Let us meekly beseech him our country to spare; 
That no wiles of fanatics or traitors combined 
Shall fetter the freedom of body or mind. 


ANDES, Delaware Co., N. Y., 1861. 





FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA, 


THE ONLY TRUE BEGOTTEN OF LIBERTY. 


Lo! the God of high heaven made known his decree, 
By declaring earth’s acres eternally free; 

And the sign, and the signet appended thereto, 
Was the bright stars he set in the broad field of blue. 


Yes! the waters of time may roll rapidly by, 

And the nations of earth may grow feeble and die; 
The strong walls of creation may sink to decay, 
But one jot of his mandate shall not pass away! 


But the nations of earth, through the vista of time, 
Had their garments so stained, and polluted with crime, 
That Jehovah resolved upon bringing a flood, 

To extirpate their sins with a deluge of blood. 


When the nations of old were all sunk in the deep, 
By the tears which mankind provoked heaven to weep, 
Lo! the goddess of freedom ascended on high, 

To her ark of salvation afloat in the sky. 












156 FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA, — “a 


But, again she goes forth like a dove from her cage, 
When the dark troubled waters begin to assuage; 

And, at last, for: the sole of her foot, she finds rest a 
In the unexplored regions away to the west. a 


It was here she conceived, and in due time gave birth 
To Columbia her only begotten of earth; 

But the throes that pervaded her angelic frame, 

On the night of her travail no mortal can name. 


’Twould, to picture her anguish, be folly in me, 

To those who know not what such anguish may be. 
"Tis beyond all the powers of mankind to reveal | 
What the heart, and the spirit, are not made to feel. 


But, that body of clay if not soulless, is dead, = 
If it knows not that freedom has suffered, and bled. 
Such a being, if one on this earth there may be, 
Is too wretched to need any censure from me. 


Let him pass, at Quebec, where Montgom’ry was slain, 4 
With the soldiers of freedom, a winter campaign; q 
While halfnaked, and starving, with relish they eat 
All their dogs, cartridge-boxes, the shoes from their 

feet. 


Yes! at Princeton, and Tr enton, his eyes. might bahole 

When the Delaware waters congealed as they rolled; 

In the sleet of December, along her bleak jee 
Frosty footprints of freemen becrimsoned with gore. 





FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH JEN COLUMBIA. 157 


Ah! as ie not know that the field, and the flood, 
Are one altar where freedom has offered her blood ; 

That the deepest of anguish pervaded her breast, 
Valley Forge, and the Highlands can truly attest. — 


Tis believed that the night of her travail, and woe, 
Was the darkest that ever was witnessed below; | 
Not the light of a taper Ulumimed her bed, 

While the clouds of oppression hung dark segs 


But the night-watch of freedom, the sentry on high, | 
Remains firm at his post, with a vigilant eye, © 
While the vultures of tyranny scream for their prey, 
As the long dreary hours of the night wear away. 


But her guardian angel still hovers around, 

While on high both the harp, and the timbrel reccunee 
And the whole choir of heaven with harmony sings, 
Accompanied oft by the clapping of wings. 


See the star-spangled banner of heaven unfurled, 

As a symbol of might, as a proof to the world, 
That this goddess designed, through Columbia’s birth, 
To establish perpetual freedom on earth. 


While the heavenly host, over mountain, and glen, 

Proclaimed peace upon earth, and good will unto men; 
Lo! the shepherds beheld from the mountains afar, 
And wise men from the East came to worship her star. 


Mi _ Yes! the child was brought forth on the ‘Fourth of 












158 FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COL UMBIA. at 
for 


7 July, 

And a new constellation was set in the sky. a 

To the four winds of earth ’twas proclaimed on that 
‘morn, 

In the household of nations a child had been born. 


O! what were the sounds that saluted the ear 

Of the soldier of freedom who listened to hear? 
That his-sword is returned to the scabbard to rest, — 
That his heart should leap wildly for joy in his breast. 


He hears the elad tidings, he knows whence they came, 
But what could this patriot’s bosom inflame? 
His country henceforth and forever shall be 

The peaceful asylum, and home of the free! 


How the pulse of the nation now quickens and swells! 
By the roaring of cannon, and pealing:of bells, 

They herald the tidings from mountain to shore, 
That the chains of the tyrant shall bind them no more, 


Thus the night of oppression at last wore away, 
And pure was the twilight that ushered the day ; 
How cheering the prospect that greeted the eye, 
As our sun in her splendor rose full in the sky. 


There the flag of our Union was gracefully furled, 
While the smoke from the calumet peacefully curled ; 





FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA. 159 


There perched on our standard our eagle is seen, 
His pinions are folded, his eyes are serene. 


On the red field of carnage he presses before, 
While his eyes flash with fire, and his talons drip gore ; 
But the tempest of war never ruffles his veins, 

As long as one branch of the olive remains. 


Though our yeomanry all are disciples of Mars, 

They give proof most convincing they thirst not for 
wars ; 

For where are our heroes, and conquerors now? 

They’re at work in the vineyard, or follow the plough! 


"Tis not on the field. with her legions arrayed, 
That our nation’s true greatness is only displayed ; 
At the altar, and forum, she likewise is found, 
In all her proceedings, both honest, and sound. 


See her stand in the swaddlings that gird her around, 
And all the learned doctors of Europe confound ; 
Thus awed into silence, they stand in amaze 

At the vastness of knowledge Columbia displays. 


They pause, and they ponder, it hath been foretold 

By most of the sages, and prophets of old, 

To the westward a nation in glory should rise, 

Should be queen of the world, and an heir to the 
skies. 


His name is infamous, forever it brings 


Shall fill the last page of the records of time; 


Inscribed are the names of her heroes of old — 


At the summons of God they return to the fie 









And he sends forth his legions with ore to ae 
And a voice, as in Ramah, is heard on our shore, 
For the sons of Columbia who sleep in their gore... 


That Herod retires i the shades of the dead, 


His crown, and his laurels, are stripped fr om his head; ; a 


Disgrace to the arrogant household of kings. 
But, Columb’a shall live till her hist’ry sublime, 


Her annals are pure as her own mountain rills, | 
Her fame stands secure as her own native hills; 


On the tablets of fame, in bright letters of gold ; 
As the legates of heaven resigning their trust, 


They have planted the vineyard, and watered the vine, 
They have left their descendants to drink of the wine; 
But drinking we surfeit, and sickness ensues, | 
And in stupor, our blessing we sadly abuse. 


All the earliest fruit, and the highest in air, 
We consider as objects deserving our care; 

While all the rich clusters, that hang near the root, 
Are devoured by the foxes, or crushed by the foot. 





FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA. 161 


On state monte for safety, our freedom depends; 

If we part with those rights for some national ends, 
What hope can we have of preserving the shoots, 
If we crush all the bark, and the sap from the roots? 


The first stone was laid; when the structure began, 
On the just, equal rights, and the freedom of man; 
But our stronghold is destined to crumble, and fall, 
If it fails to secure equal freedom to all. 


Though strong is the armor Columbia wears, 

And keen is'the edge of the weapon she bears, : 
Among those of her household there wageth a strife, 
Whose brotherly war-cry is ‘‘ Blood to the knife!” 


O, why should Columbia celestial and pure, 

Such internal pangs for one moment endure? 

For all family feuds she was taught to abhor, 
And she weeps at beholding her household at war. 


She has sons by adoption, as well as by birth, c 
Who have come from the uttermost parts of the earth, 4 
To partake of the blessings that God has designed ; 
Should be equally free to the whole of mankind. 


All his national prejudice each one has brought, | 
New factions are formed, and new conquest is sought. . 
Is it strange that a nation thus formed should display 


At the family altar the signs of decay? 
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(162 9 =9=FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH ‘OF COLUMBIA. ee 


The asylum of nations, she has to ‘befientl ae 
’Gainst the crimes of all nations she has to defend: : 
Poor martyr of freedom, she stands on the rack, 
With all nations applying the lash to her back. 


Great Britain, with scorn and derision, now stands, 

Ber the blood of her own slaves are washed from her 
hands, 

And points at our nation the finger of shame, 

Because we have states that indulge in the same. 


a 


That modest reformer has followed the trade | 
Till her pockets are filled, and her fortune is made, » 
And now, so indignant she seemeth to feel; | 
But, crimes so apparent, she can not conceal. 


Old Satan, disguised as a Frenchman, has tried 
To kindle new strife, and the Union divide; “tig 4 
Kivery nation has come in the guise of a friend, 


And all have been striving to reach the same end. 


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1. ee ae 


We would say to our neighbors just over the wave’ 
That the God of our fathers is mighty to save; 
For protection, and safety, we look not abroad, 
We rely on our own strength, we trust in our God. 


‘We know we have sinned, yet we are not afraid; 
We shall all be redeemed when atonement is made; 
But where have we sinned? and how is our nation - 
To purchase, iby penance, eternal salvation? 





FIRST. “AND ‘SECOND "BIRTH OF ‘COLUMBIA. 163 


We have’ ‘arfed in supposing ral’ nations our friends, 

While all have been’ ‘working for national ends; 

_ We have erred in supposing our nation would stand 

When the sceptre of freedom was struck from her 
hand. 


We have’ long been accustomed to boast of the gta 
Of our country, the fairest, and brightest of earth; 
But, never till now, when all seems to be lost, 
Have we really thought what our freedom has cost. 


The youth of our land, as they’ve sat by the fire, 
And listened to tales that were told by the sire, 
Have*thought that a nation so great in her prime, 
Would remain as the last noble relic of time. 


And thus they neglected to watch, and to pray, 
While others were waiting their time to betray; 
For, knowing her virtue, and fearing her might, 
Lo! the traitors have come like a thief in the night. 


With swords, and with staves, they have gathered 
around, 3 ee 

And the sole heir of freedom with fetters have bound; 

When her chosen disciples have fled in dismay, 

To the halls of the high priest they lead her away. 


They seek for false witness, and yet tie find none 
Who can say that Columbia hath ever wronged one? 





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164 FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA. 








‘But, still, the low rabble are loud in the ery, ay . : ' 
“She is guilty of death, and most surely shall die!” 


They have robed her in scarlet, and crowned her with 
_ thorns, | | 
They have made her the subject of scoffs, and of scorns, 
They bow low the knee, and exclaim in their mirth; 
As they smite her with reeds, ‘‘ Hail thou Queen of the 
Earth!” 


All earthly contumely is heaped upon her, ' 
She is offered no drink, but wine mingled with myrrh; 
She receives not the proffer, she makes no reply, 
But calmly submits, for her people, to die. 


Thus, our national regeneration begins, 

By the shedding of blood for remisssion of sins; 

But, the whole earth shall quake at beholding her 
doom, 

And the saints of the dead shall awake from the 
tomb. 


Thus, the sins of the many, the spotless, and free, 
In her own sinless body must bear on the tree; 
And while she is bleeding, and ere she expires, | 

To cast lots for her vesture the rabble desires. 


Beware! O, ye traitors! for soon ye shall hear 
The tramping of legions, whose footsteps are near; 





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FIRST AND SECOND BIRTH OF COLUMBIA. 165 


Her disciples have rallied, they strike for the cross, 
Compared to their country all else is but dross. 


Their standards are waving, their weapons are bare, 
Their war-cry is vengeance! O, traitors, beware! 
Provoke not this goddess, excite not her ire, 

When grossly insulted, her vengeance is dire! 


Ere the soldiers of freedom were led to the field, 
At the shrine of devotion they fervently kneeled; 
‘They vowed that Columbia again should be free; 
Or else this whole land one Golgotha should be! 


You may pierce her with spears till her veins shall 
run dry, pe 

Yet her blood, to the heavens, for vengeance will cry; 

And the last dying words of our country shall be: 

O, Freedom! my mother! I perish for thee! 


You may rend the strong veil of our temple in twain, 

While darkness shall hover o’er mountain, and plain; 

But the sepulchre, earthly, was never yet made, 

That could hold the strong limbs of her whom you’ve 
betrayed. 


You may seek to secure her by sealing the door, 
And placing a watch of your soldiery o’er; 

But your watchmen shall stand as the statues of clay, 
And behold the great stone from the door rolled away, 


an ; 168 it 


But Columbia shall keep all his hell-hounds at bay. 


When peace is restored, as it one day shall be, he 
“May we all, still, behold her the fearless, and free, 













FIRST AND SECO, ND BIR: rH OF ie ome 


Yes! Stosthany Genera shall burst, iron the tomb 
With the freshness, and beauty. of Eden’ s first. bloom; 
With brighter effulgence her glory shall shine, | bist 
Her reign is forever, her mission divine! 


With visage lke lightning, and raiment as snow, 
Her angel shall walk on the earth to and ‘fro; 
And woe to the traitors she finds in her path, panes 
For their bodies shall fill the wine-press of her wrath, 
| eee : 
The tempest of Mars ‘may tort forth on our shore, a 
Like ten thousand Niagaras his thunders n may roar; | 
His war-dogs, unkennelled, may thirst for their prey, 


Her realm undiminished, her subjects all true | 
To her glorious ensign, the ‘Red, White, and Blue.” 





Pie GRAVE OF WASHINGTON. 


During the war excitement of 1861, it was rumored that Colonel Washington, 
owner of the Mount Vernon estate, had removed the remains of his illustrious an- 
cestor from their time-hallowed resting-place to some point further south, which 


gave rise to ‘the following : 


Is it really true that a Washington’s dust, 
That has rested in peace in its time-honored mound— 
That his relics, so sacred, consigned to our trust— 
Has, at last, by his kinsman, been dragged pen the 
ground ? 


By all that is sacred! what worse can they do? 
_ Shall the relics of liberty meet such a doom? 
They have nothing but total destruction in view, 
Who have opened, and plundered, a Washington’s 
tomb! 


When the last human vestige of liberty fades 
From the soil that. our fathers bedewed with their. 
blood, 
When the ashes of freemen are raked from their shades, 
Our soil shall be sanguine! and crimson the flood! 


Who have checked the bold eagle, so true to her eyre, 





168 =S—=—<“«sé«STHES:«sGGRAVEE: OF’ WASHING TON 
Reis ; oo 


Can it serve an apology? lessen the sin? 














Is it, even from traitors, deserving of meed? 
That his grave has been rifled by those of his kin, 
Though kinsmen, and statesmen, accomplish the a 
deed ? 1 ; 

May the cannon’s red mouth belch forth torrents of 
. fire, e 

And her death-freighted hail pour a videltes on those | : 


Who are now to their country, her bitterest foes! 


Our lives, and our fortunes, shall freely be given, 
While the life-blood of traitors continues to run; 
It shall smoke on our altars an incense to heaven, : 
An atonement to God for the wrongs they have done! _ j 


When our flag is dishonored, our temple aflame, 
And should liberty’s structure be destined to fall; 
Let us give her bright pillars support, which they 
claim, . 
Though her earth-hallowed ashes may cover us all. 


ANDES, May 23, 1861. 





fee LAG. OF OUR: UNION: 


OR, THE NIGHT VISIONS. 


Though the night of oppression o’ershadowed our birth, 
As a nation, we stand as the salt of the earth; 
When our day-star broke forth through the clouds of 


- the sky, | | 
As a nation, our birth was recorded on high. 


But the mother, who bore us, in travail was wild, 

Long, and bitter, she mourned for the loss of her child. 

For the sake of her offspring, her veins have been 
dried, | 

They have moistened our shores, and have crimsoned 
the tide. 


But, that mother saw visions while sleeping at night, 
Her dreams were disturbed by the phantoms of fright; 
A storm, as it were, she saw raging on high, 

While the star of her glory was swept from the sky. 


But, to us was the promise, to us was the sign, 
Which the mother beheld, but she could not. divine, 
Lo! the clouds of oppression asunder were hurled, 
And the goddess of Freedom came down to the world. 








170 THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. 
While the flag of our Gpatare she held in her Handa 
As an emblem of peace to a God-favored land; 


And the moment its colors appeared to the eye, 
For its sake every freeman was ready to die. 


For this goddess, with purity ever in view, 
Had so blended the colors of Red, White and Blue, 
That the beauties of heaven were seen on the face 
or this lovely exotic from. regions of ‘space. 


And its borders were tinted with crimson, and gold, 

As this beautiful ensign of freedom unrolled, 

While her pure azure field with the sky could com- 
pare, 

And thirteen bright stars in their beauty were there. 


She gave us the ensign, and she bade us depend 
On the God of the battle henceforth to the end; 
But she warned us of danger, and bade us beware, 
Pin battle, we fought when our flag was not. there. 


We accepted the token while pride swelled the heart, 
As we swore from her precepts to never depart; 
We have stood by. our colors at home, and abroad,. 
Have obtained ‘neath its folds all the blessings of God. 


From Maine to Vancouvers, over Be and land, 
From the Lake of the Woods, to the famed Rio 
Grande, . 








THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. 171 


We have conquered in battle, have prospered in peace, 
While our stripes still grow broader ¢ our stars still i in- 
crease. 


We have clung to its folds when the battle was red, 

When the fields were all strown with the dying and 

| dead; | 

Though the smoke of the carnage had blackened the 
air, 

Our flag was still waving and who could despair? 


On the broad rolling ocean, in_battle’s alarm, 

It has rode the rough billow secure from all harm; 
It waves the ascendant in all foreign ports, 

It streams from our navy, our harbors, and forts. 


But, woe to those rebels! so false to their trust, 
Who would trample the ensign of freedom in dust. 
When our flag is insulted, we'll rally, we'll bleed, 
Or, we'll punish the traitors for doing the deed! 


The bright stars, and broad stripes, as our symbol of 
might, . 3 

Shall again on Fort Sumter unfurl to the light, 

Or, we who have worshipped her colors, shall fly 

To the battle for vengeance! to conquer, or die! 


But, the horrors of war have so darkened our land, 
That the night of oppression seems almost at hand. 








THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. © 


We have looked for some signal from heaven, avoves 
From the spirits departed, from those whom we love. 


Till, at last, in our barracks as sleeping we lay, 
A great light shone around us exceeding the day, 
And there came, as. from heaven, the spirits of those 
We had followed, long since, to their final repose. 


All our patriot fathers stood round in a row, 

And they gazed on the scenes that were passing below. 
Lo! a Washington stood at the head of the band, 
As if, in the spirit, he still held command. | 


He looked piercingly down, with a sight unbeguiled, 
As his eye caught the flag of our, Union, he smiled. 
Saratoga, and Trenton, appeared to his view, 

Where our national colors triumphantly flew. 


7 


There a Jefferson stood with his parchment in hand, 
"T'was the famed Declaration, the pride of our land. 
There were others in turn, who were holding a scroll, 
Twas our lov’d Constitution, the hope of the soul. 


All our national airs they discoursed in their turn, 

While the lamps of their ee seemed bo to 
burns 

The ‘‘Star-spangled Banner” with transport they sung, 

While our flag ise its staff in the night breezes 
swung. 





THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. 173 


Once again they looked down on the sleepers below, 
While the tears of affection were seeming to flow; 
They dropped us the papers, and said as they fell: 
‘Keep these, dearest children, and all will be well.” 


We grasped at the writings, we awoke in a breath, 

It was dark in our camp, and as silent as death; 
But, we hailed the bright vision as one from above, 
From that goddess of Freedom we worship and love. 


But, how changed was the vision that almost congealed 

The false hearts of those rebels encamped on the field. 

It was night, deep dark night, and nought but the 
tramp 

Of the sentry was heard in Jeff. Davis’s camp. 


In the midst of their slumber they saw a white cloud, 
In the dark vault of heaven it hung like a shroud; 
And out of that cloud there came torrents of fire, 

For the Lord was outpouring his vessels of ire. 


While the angel of vengeance descended below, ° 

To that camp which was stricken with terror, and woe, 

A drawn sword, stained with blood, they beheld in 
her hand, 

With which to wreak vengeance on their traitor band. 


And she said, as she gave them a fierce look of scorn, 
“Tt were better for you had you never been born, 





THE FLAG OF ‘OUR UNION. 


For T am commissioned, and sent from on high, 
And behold in my hands by what death you shall die.” 


Now their qeaace Jeff. Davis, was sorely afraid, | 
And he called on all nations to lend him their aid; 
If he parried her steel, which he scarcely could hope, 
In her left he beheld an abundance of rope. 


But, just as the angel was dealing the stroke, 

He screamed, in affright, and his band all awoke ; 
It was morning, the day-god was ruling the aoa | 
But the phantoms of fright still appeared to their eyes. 


May the rebels take warning, and flee from the wrath 
Which the angel of vengeance shall hurl in their path; 
For, who strikes at his country for power, or fame, 

BY his country shall fall and be branded with oe 


Brave freemen, take courage, the day is our own, — 

For the wrongs they have done us they'll have ‘to 
atone ; 

Shrink not x their bullets their cannon’s red glare, 

But mount on their ramparts, and plant your flag 
there. | 


Lo! a shock as an earthquake is coming at length, — 
Which shall try all our national virtue, and re 
But all nations shall know at the end of the shock, _ 
‘That our temple of freedom is firm as the rock. 





THE LAST GREAT EMPIRE. 


There is no place on earth, but shall be trod 
By man, the moral image of his God! | 


From Eden’s sacred confines, to Greenland’s icy shore, 

The sons of men have wandered earth’s regions to 
explore ; 

Along the banks of Jordan, the iad and the Nile, 

O’er all the land of Canaan where God was pleased 
to smile. 


His pilgrimage had led him o’er Egypt’s burning sand, 
Sahara’s desert region, and Norway’s frozen land; 

By Ktna’s boiling summit, where red-hot torrents flow, 
And over Alps, and mountains, clothed in eternal snow. 


When Oriental kingdoms, by man are peopled o’er, 

The Mayflower parts forever old Albion’s sea-beat 
shore, ° 

Relying on Jehovah to guide their little bade 

Those pilgrims see no danger while gathered in the 
ark. 


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When tempests round them gather, and pillone 5 Joudly 

roar, 
Sweet consolation cheers them, and hope still hovers 

o’er; 
On Plymouth shore they landed, and kneeling on the 
; sod, a | 
A prayer of independence they offered up to God. 


Long since, those Pilgrim Fathers have slumbered in 
the «dust, eth 
Their spirits, freed from bondage, are dwelling with the. 
just ; 
But, still, their bold descendants who are a ei 
throng, 
New England’s sons, and daughters, are journeying 
along. 


Go east to the Atlantic, go northward to the pole, 
Or southward, where the Gulf-stream her turbid waters 

roll, | 
Go west to the Pacific, climb o’er Nevada’s crest, 
You'll find them in the valleys, and mountains of the 


West. 


The noblest of creation, God’s image may be found, 
Of every tribe, and nation, to earth’s remotest bound; 
Our pilgrimage can lead us no farther to the West, 
This is our second Eden, and here we all may ~ 

rest. 





THE LAST GREAT EMPIRE. 177 


Our inland seas, and rivers, a long extended train, 
Roll onward in their beauty, pay tribute to the main; 
On Mississippi's bosom behold! what lofty sail! 
Our commerce is expanding before the northern gale. 


Ripe fruits of every climate, and fields of golden grain, 
Are seen along our borders from Mexico to Maine; 
Far o’er the distant prairie new treasures still unfold, 
The sands of Sacramento are rich with shining gold. 


Behold! the queen of empires, in lovely flowers dressed, 
The rose of Sharon blossoms upon her tranquil breast ; 
Her diadem is proudly worn in honor of the free, 


"Tis richly set with brilliants,—they number thirty- 


three. 


She’s fairer than a eoddess, her everlasting throne, 


Between two mighty oceans, and in a milder zone, 

Is decked in courtly splendor, with trophies rich, and 
rare, 

Gleaned from the farthest limits of ocean, earth, and 
alr. 


Her cohorts strong, and valiant, are marshalled on the 
plain, 

Her navy rides, triumphant, all o’er the mighty main; 

The “Stars and Stripes” are floating aloft o’er land! 
and sea, 


It is the sacred emblem, and banner of the free! 
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The worst of superstitions had spread a dismal pall; 


They bore aloft the shining cross, beside the gory 


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cme has her classic Tiber, her Rubicon Pee Po, | 
Where hosts of Roman legions have battled with ne a 

foe; i 
Her Ceesars all were valiant, her senators were sage, 
Possessing all the wisdom, and prowess, of the age. 


Marathon, and Thermopyle have been the pride of 
Greece, 
Where warlike Medes and Persians together sleep in 
peace; eo 
Her Athens, too, where science sought a permanent 
retreat, 
While sages, and philosophers, were teaching in ass 
street. 


Yet, over Grecian sages, philosophers, and all, 


They bowed their heads to idols, and images of 
stone, | 
And in their sacred temples they worshipped them 
alone. 


‘When Rome, athirst for conquest, sent legions to 
invade, | 


blade. | 
Her laurels all have faded, her walls have tumbled — 
down; 


She is no more the mistress, and city of renown. 





THE LAST GREAT EMPIRE. 179 


‘Their military greatness all ages may admire, 

But patriots, with virtue, they never can inspire; 
Their legendary history, so black with human crime, 
Most truly stands unrivalled within the bounds of time. 


We need no ancient fable to prove our nation’s birth, 

Her day-star rose in splendor, ’twas seen o’er all the 

: earth. ce 

She grew from foul oppression, she burst the tyrant’s 
chains, 

Both Lexington, and Concord, her glory still remains. 


The opening scenes at Boston, and famous Bunker Hill, 
Through all succeeding ages, true courage must instill; 
Throughout our broad dominions, where freedom 
| spread her beams, 
We’ve many sacred battie-fields, and many storied 
streams. | 


The Delaware, the Schuylkill, and Brandywine have 
charms 3 

That waken in our bosoms the clash of sounding arms; 

The many scenes enacted along the Hudson’s tide, 

Have placed her on the records as empire’s greatest. 
pride. 


The battle-field is sacred where martyred saints expire, 
Whose souls have been enlivened by freedom’s holy 
fire, 





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'Tis not for blood our heroes shed that iiases desor a 
















applause, 
’Tis that their veins: egies bled in freedom’s holy 
cause. 


Our cause so noble, just, and true, we never shall ree 
gret, | 
It won the aid of warlike France—the soul of La 
Fayette ; i 
Behold the chief of Camden! the fatal woutle he bore! 
Whose love for human freedom had brought: him to: 
our shore. 


Our Washington stands: foremost of all the a and — 
great, 

Who’ve gathered on the battle-field or in the halls of 
state, | 

And may his deeds of valor continue to resound, 

While sleeps his peaceful ashes ‘neath Vernon’s lovely 
mound. 


Our Franklin called the reetiaine down from its’ airy 
seat, 

Disrobed it of its terror—confined it at his feet; 

Our Morse contrived to harness this noble steed of fire, 

And news was sent by lightning along the ’lectric wire. 


Our Fulton taught the steamer, triumphantly, to ride 
On every sea, and ocean, despising wind, and tide; 





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THE LAST GREAT EMPIRE. 181 


‘The iron horse is snorting, his master slacks the reins, 
The laden car is gliding along the distant plains. 


The power of steam is mighty all nations must allow. 

It drives the factory, and the press, it draws our noble 
plough. 

We’ve men of worth and genius, their numbers still in- 
crease ; She, 

We favor new inventions, and all the arts of peace. 


We’ve many schools like Athens, and in our Christian 
land, 
‘True science, and religion, are going hand in hand; 
‘Our thoughts are free to wander throughout their quiet 
. realm, 
We have no titled monarch, no tyrant at the helm. 


We have religious freedom, and liberty of speech, 
To worship as the Scriptures, God’s holy precepts teach; 
The fairest scenes of nature are open to the view, 
To every true admirer they offer something new. 


All nations reach their zenith, they have their rise and 
fall, 

But ours, the most enlightened, shall stand the last 
of all. 

It is the spread of knowledge, that gives a nation 
power 

To meet the storms that gather in peril’s darkest hour. 


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Blessed by the light of heaven, beneath her sky of | 

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'Till time shall fade before her, and every trump shall 
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AMERICAN. LIBERTY, 


The following lines were written on hearing it expressed that American lib- 
erty was on the decline; that the sages who set forth her illustrious Declaration, 
and framed her noble Constitution, were no more; that the heroes of ’76 had 
departed, and that her once active limbs had been severed by factions, and 
weakened by disuse. 


[Written on the military parade ground of Fort Oswego, May 24th, 1859.] 


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THINK ye our courage all has fled, 
Because our Washington is dead, 
And, that our sages have expired, 
And left no sons with freedom fired? 


Or, has our nation so declined 

In valor, virtue, strength of mind, 

That we would crouch as coward slaves, 
Or bow to tyrants, kings, and knaves? 
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Can faction, with her giant paws, 

H’er clutch or grind us in her jaws? 
Shall freemen swerve in peril’s hour, 
When foes assail, and fiends devour? 








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Though cannon, with a deaf’ning roar, 


A sanguine deluge round us pour, 
’Gainst all the powers of earth, and hell, | 
For freedom’s sake we would rebel ! 


We are not weakened by repose! 
But, still a terror to our foes! 
Rouse ye the lion from his lair, 
His warlike spirit still is there! 


Graves of our: sires shall ever be 


Protected by the brave and free! 
Freedom shall flourish on our shore 


When kings, and kingdoms, are no more. 


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HUMOROUS. 


IT TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO 
MACE” A- WORLD. 


Ir this adage be true, as most people maintain, 
The world has no mortals created in vain; 

If it be true, or untrue, one fact is well fixed, 
That our world, as it is, is a world rather mized. 


Arrive at whatever conclusion we may, 
From the knowledge we have, we can certainly say, 
Though our nation financially pine with the ‘shorts,” 


She certainly never will be out of sorés. 


But, let us dissect this old adage, and see 

The true sense of the saying, if true it may be. 
We turn to the Scriptures, we find to begin, 
God created a world, he made all things therein. 


He created all things that have animal life, 
Last of all, he created the man, and his wife; 
Admitting this fact, you'll agree with me, then, 
That God neyer created but one kind of men. 


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- Who differ in actions, in bodies, and minds; 


And we settle the question that’s held in dispute. 


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Most people contend there are men of all kinda 






But this can not be true, it is merely a hoax, ie. 
There’s but one kind of men, and the rest are but a 
“a 

FOLKS. 


To prove this assertion, I'll show you the plan, 
The design of Jehovah in forming the man. 

"Twas to place at the head of the animal race, 
His own noble image, endowed with his grace. 


And these lords of creation, Jehovah designed 
Should each be endowed with a soul, and:a mind; ~ 
And, in truth, these endowments are all, at the most, 3 
Of which mortal man can have reason to, boast. a 


If we lose these endowments, we lose our repute, 

And though fashioned as men, we become as the 
brute ; 

It is here we find folks, they are mortals detect 

Whose minds have been ruined thr ough brutal neglect. 


Mark, then, the solution by which we have solved 
The main point in the question, ‘and be it resolved: 
That folks form the link between man, and the brute. 


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That folks like wild beasts should so often appear; . 









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‘TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 187 


Their animal natures assuming control, 
- Predominate over the mind, and the soul. 


The rich are the lions, majestic, and proud, 

‘They feel very strong, and they roar very loud; 

How noble they look, how majestic they speak, 

Yet, how meanly they prey on the poor, and the 
weak. 2 


The rich have their lackeys, who, as it would seem, 
Present in their lowness the other extreme; 

And what is the lackey? he is the jackal, 

Who feeds on the remnants these lions let fall. - 


By close observation, some folks, you will find, 
Who are tigers to all of the rest of mankind; 

By nature so sordid, so eager for pelf, 

It would seem that they wish to live only for self. 


The prodigals, lavish of money, and time, 

Are a species you'll find in almost every clime; 
‘They appear very large, and they make a great show, 
Attracting attention wherever they go. 


They are folks of importance, God bless their dear 
souls, 

Who have many times voyaged from tropics to poles; 

Such folks are the elephants, showy in dress, 

While the trunk which they carry is all they possess. 














188 TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 
And some folks are buffaloes, showy, and grand, __ 
They toss high their heads, and assume great command; — 
Every cent they are worth they put on the outside, 


So all that men value them for is the hide. 


See the husband, and parent, morose, and severe; 
In his presence, his household have reason to fear. 
Every frown on his brow, every wave of his hand, 
Conveys, to his subjects, some sign of command, 


His hair is dishevelled, his face is unshorn, 

His breast dead to pity, he knows not to mourn; 

From the map which I give him, you'll know him a 
bear, 

Though his true face be hid in a forest of hair. ‘ 7 


See the knave, like an imp of the infernal brood, 
Depriving the orphan of raiment, and food. 

What is he? he’s a wolf who by nature makes bold 
To prey on the innocent lambs of the fold. ae 


And the folks who claim honor, and boast of fair 
play, | 

Are the foxes who never molest you by day; 

But the truth must be told, they’re afraid of the light; 

See how basely they plunder your hen-roost at night. 


And some folks, like bull-dogs, for some minor cause 
Would grind their opponents to death in their jaws; 





TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 189 


Such brutes never ought to be freed from the slip, 
For it’s death to the victim that’s caught in their grip. 


The beggar, a hound that is scarcely half fed, 

Bays loud at your door for a morsel of bread; 

He is keen for the cent, though a dull-looking whelp, 
In pursuit of his game, how imploring his yelp. 


See the great public speaker, with rum-blossomed nose, 

Who labors to tell you, what every one knows, 

Till your patience is wearied, your conscience is sore, 
You are led, in the end, to pronounce him a Jdoar. 


Take next, the fast youth with his eyes looking red, 

He is fond of his cup, he retires late to bed; 

Would you know he’s a buck, pray just step on his 
corns, 

And you'll instantly feel the effects of his horns. 


See the folks who are ready at Beery one’s’ call, 

They are any thing, every thing, nothing at all; 

. Such folks are chameleons, changing their hue, 

They are just what you like best, green, white, black, 
or blue. ; 


See the would-be-somebody, he makes great ado; 
He tries to act just as the upper tens do; 

He is non compos mentis, though human in shape, 
He is all imitation, he’s merely an ape. 











190 TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO WORLD. 
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See old corpulent Hans, as he goes on a spree, 









With his curling moustache, and his well trimmed _ 
: goatee; q 
Though the moderns have styled him a lager beer s 

bloat, | 4 
It is not his cognomen, in truth he’s a goat. q 


See the youth of sixteen, the young sprig of the town, 
His countenance covered all over with down, 
Whose existence requires much attention, and care, 
Such an innocent creature we might call a hare. 


Look at one who has more than his share of self-will, 
Every hair stands erect, like a porcupine’s quill; 

In his style he resembles the devil incog.; — 

He is what Father Adam once called the hedgehog. 


And what are the poets, dissect the whole pack, 
Every one you will find is a thorough-bred jack, 
With his lion skin crowded so full of conceit, — 
Unobserved, his long ears protrude nearly a ‘‘feet.” 


True, some have endeavored to make it appear, 
That long ears were given the better to hear; 

But, there are exceptions to all rules I wot, 

For here you see one with long ears, yet hears not. 


In his dusty old sanctum scarce ‘‘seven by nine,” 
See the editor on both his elbows recline; 





 TARES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 191 


His pockets look meagre, with “nary a red,” 
And scarce are the ideas that enter his head. 


In his columns he raves like a dog in a fit, 

But, ’tis seen that his shears are too sharp for his wit. 
Would you know what he is? he’s akin to that class 
Which I said had long ears, so we'll just let him pass. 


Take one that is vulgarly styled ‘‘klever feller,” 
With lots of long hair growing all round his smeller; 
Such a creature, undoubtedly, makes a good spark, 
He is so well adapted to mouse in the dark. 


Though he dine upon wurtle, V’ll bet my old hat, 

He would secretly feast on the tail of a rat; 

Take one from this class, he’s a bright youth of 
promise, | 

His surname is Cat, and his christened name Thomas. 


What name shall I give to the cut-throat, the cheat, 
Who wears, on his visage, the smile of deceit; 
Though fair in appearance, and speech, yet, alas! 
You will find, in the end, he’s a snake in the grass. 


Fat folks are the whales you have all read about, 

They are proud of their bulk, and they constantly 
spout; | 

Dissect one, you'll find him an overgrown lubber, 

With very small brain, but a great deal of bdlubder. 






192 TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 


And the sly office-seekers who gabble, and prate, 

Are the sharks you see follow the great ‘ship of 
state; 

They’re the fag-ends of parties, and should be ignored, 

For they feast on the offals that’s thrown overboard. 


See the person that folks pronounce ‘“‘keen on a 
trade,” | 

He’s a genuine rascal, a true Yankee ae 

And by investigation we find him an eel, 

That is certainly wonderful slippery in deal. 


See the dandy who makes great display of his curls, 
In manners he greatly resembles the girls; 

By the grease and perfumery spread on his pelt, 
You may know he’s a fish, and he must be the smelt. 


See the toper who spends all his time at the inn, 
Regaling himself on rum, brandy, and gin; 

Only look at his mouth, what a horrible pucker, 
From appearance, and manners, he must be the sucker. 


One more for dissection still, let me propose, 
’Tis the fat chunky fellow with little pug nose; 
Although folks most commonly call him a stud, 
He’s a fresh-water fish, and he must be the chub. 


With the rest of the folks, let us look at the boys, 
Who are covered with jewelry, trinkets, and toys. 





- TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. ‘193 





There can be no deception, they’re just what they seem, 
They are these little shzners that sport in the stream. 


By nature so sportive, in colors so bright, 

They swim on the surface, revolve in the light; 
They are fine in appearance, their movements are spry, 
And, still, they are what folks would call but ‘small 


ipgig 


See the tipsy old Frenchman, who swims in his grog, 
All mankind have agreed to pronounce him a frog; 
And if this be correct, I declare on my soul, 
That le yeune Francais garcon must be the tadpole. 


See the cracked-up physician, who boasts of his skill, 
Of the wonderful virtues of powder, and pill; 

He is the mosquito, whose trade is to kill, 

For he never lets blood, but he runs up a bill. 


Next see the young lawyer neglecting his cause 

To gabble instead of expounding the laws. 

He knows very little, yet makes great pretence, 
Ah! he’s the young crow that has more gab than sense. 


All the gray-haired attorneys, and judges of late,. 

Who strive for the loaves, and the fishes of state, 

If their natures are known, and the truth may be 
said, 


They’re the vultures that prey on both living and dead. 
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194 TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 


Now, ladies, I'l] turn my attention to you, 

We should give, it is said, every devil his due; 

The ladies, God bless them, I love the whole sex, 
They’re a class that no man would be willing to vex. 


And the man, when he takes a good woman ‘to wife, 
Will find it the most noted epoch in life; 

If he be not deceived, he is truly in luck, 7 

For he gets for an helpmeet, a sweet little duck. 


But that man has no woman, although he be wed, 

If his consort shall stand with both hands in‘his head. 
Can a woman thus act like the ‘‘ devil let loose”? 
Ah, no! she’s a battling, snappish old goose! 


Any man.who would venture to cross an old maid, 
Better first see that peace with his Maker is made; 
‘Let him pause and consider the evils of strife, 
‘That this unequal contest may cost him his life. © 


IT have seen the old maid so remarkably lean, 

In the sunshine her shadow could scarcely ‘be seen, 
The substance itself so resembled the vane, 7 
That folks have been led to pronounce her the crane. 


‘But perhaps you may wonder, that I should compare 
The whole of the fair sex to fowls of the air, 

‘The reason I have, I am free to declare, 

*Tis because they are frequently more foul than fair. 





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TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 195 





That God made the woman you all know is true, 
But, with making the ladies he’d nothing to do. 

In true woman, God’s last, noblest work is displayed, 
But the ladies are those whom the fashions have made. 


See the nice little miss who endeavors to don 
Whatever Dame Fashion would have her put on; 
When you see she is covered with gold every inch, 
Can you blame me for calling young miss a goldfinch. 


We'll look .at another of Dame Fashion’s daughters, 
A. fowl that is frequently seen on the waters; 

- She is false to her husband, a regular trull, 

She’s a fowl I have said, and she must be the gull. 


Besides these five kinds, there’s another kind yet, 
Which, at present, I do not intend to forget; 
See the wife that is always berating the men, 
I can truly pronounce her an old guinea-hen. 


There’s another young miss, who obtains the great bulk 
Of her frivolous wishes by feigning to sulk; 
I only intend to say this much about her, 
The true ornithologist calls her the power. 


See the lovers of romance, how silly they act, 

They consider all fiction a matter of fact; 

They’re affected in manners, affected in words, 

They are what folks would commonly call the dove 
birds. 






196 TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE 4 WORLD. 


There are some, who would seem to rival the graces, 
Who visit the springs, and the watering-places; 
You shall have my opinion of one of this type, 
From her natural habits, she must be the snzpe. 


There’s a kind which, I freely declare on my soul, 
Are the largest, and most noted class of the whole; 
Their names are derived from the hoops they put on, 
And the species is known as the hooper or swan. 


There are some while at home appear gloomy, and 
sad, 

For their only delight is to keep on the gad; . 

To describe this strange species permit me to try, 

They're a species of insect that’s called the gad-fly. 


The lady, nowdays, that can put the most trash on, 
Is considered the true butterfly of the fashion; 
To laugh at her dress would most certainly kill her, 
Beware what you say, or she may caterpillar. 


But let us once more to the subject return, 
From different sources we’ve yet much to learn; 
When this drama of life is presented to view, 
The old adage would almost appear to be true. 


When we look at all classes, it seems very clear 

That each class was formed for its own special sphere; 

The whole world seems a stage, and this life a great 
play gee 

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TAKES ALL SORTS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD. 197 





Every actor would seem rightly tempered in heart, 
And to know just enough to perform his own part. 
We are fashioned by nature, it would appear, then, 
To suit all the trades, and professions of men. 


And the judge of the bench would be greatly dismayed 
If compelled but to follow the shoemaker’s trade, 
While the honest old cobbler, with apron all wax, 
Looks down on the judges, the lawyers, and quacks. 


That God made all these kinds to suit the world’s 
motion 

Is a falsified whim, some old woman’s notion; 

When the world was created, Jehovah designed, 

That: the dwellers of earth should be all of one kind. 


Then that God who moves worlds, as it were with a 
straw, 

Was himself sole attorney, and judge of the law. 

The great God never made such contemptible things, 

As the lawyers, the judges, the rulers, or kings. 


Then no doctors were made to rob man of his breath, 
For man was not yet placed under sentence of death; 
God knew when he placed them in their first position, 
' That they who were whole needed not a physician. 


Then the world knew no sin, the man knew no un-. 
rest, 
While he dwelt in the garden his own hands had drest; 





Then the Lord of the vineyard, by whom he was blest; 
Was his chief adoration, the joy of his breast. 


But, both man and the world at once fell from that { 


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At the time the old serpent’ crept under the gate; — 4 
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By this, you will see that no trade, or profession, ; 
Was known among men until after transgression. 
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Then, if all the professions among great and small, 5 
As a point of necessity, follow the fall; : ; 
Our pursuits must be varied; and, yet, even then, ; 
In all avocations still let us be men. : 
There can be just as true men who carry the hod 


As ever were blessed with the image of God; 
While the popular ranks of the clergy may swell 
With demons as black as the high priest of hell. 


Among all the persuasions false prophets abound, 

And I know not the place where they can not be . 
found; 

But here let the gist of my argument end, 

To continue it further perhaps might offend. 


To show you what folks are, has been my design, 
That between men and folks, there exists a true lines 
To discover that: line, is beyond mortal ken, 

So we leave it to God to judge who are the men. 





A: RAMBLE, 


I set out on a ramble one morning in May, 

When the hill-tops were verdant, and nature was gay, 

In the rear of the college I rambled about, 

Like a boy when his ma doesn’t know he is out. 

I roved through the vale, by the murmuring stream, 

The sweetest of spots for a poet to dream. 

The charms of fair nature enchanted my mind, 

As I on a bed of sweet clover reclined. 

Fair Flora, the May queen, bade me rest in the bowers, 

She was dressed ‘a-la-mode,” and adorned with bright 
flowers, 

Her songsters sang sweet in the trees o’er my head, 

While flowers, and sweet clover, bespangled my bed. 

In the midst of such beauty you might think me blest, 

But, still there were those who deprived me of rest; 

"Twas the Belle from the town in her gorgeous attire, 

As she rambled all round with her young gallant by 
her. 

But, O! how I pitied that beautiful rover, 

To think she should have such a cur for a lover; 


200 A RAMBLE. 


With his ratan, his moustache, and smoking cigar, — 

Which are all three obnoxious wherever they are. 

‘‘Ah! demme!” he cries, as new sights charm his eye, 

And she, more surprised, quickly utters ‘‘O, my!” 

Would any one think that a lady of taste, 

Along with this puppy her moments would waste? 

But I shall leave off my description of those 

Who are ‘‘non compos mentis,” though dressed in fine 
clothes; 

For, it is a fact, though Pve nought to regret, 

That none but a fop ever won a coquette. 

I next was disturbed by a young Dutchman’s frow, 

Who, milk-pail in hand, was in search of her cow; 

Her heart was as ight as the fresh morning air, 

Her brow was as pure, and unfurrowed by care, 

Her hair lay in ringlets o’er shoulders of snow, 

And I fancied this being a stranger to woe. 

Such a goddess of beauty, and virtue so rare, 

Would drown a man’s sorrow, and banish his care; 

Make his cottage a palace, unclouded with gloom, 

Where cherished affection is always in bloom. 

But away with the ladies who paint up so neat, 

While ma does the work they’re out walking the 
street; 


With stay-sticks, and hoops, with cotton, and paste, 


One half of the time at the toilet they waste. 
They'll talk of affection, they’ll keep up a. smile, 
Some weak-minded mortal in hopes to beguile, 





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_ But, as soon as they’re married they'll riot, and revel, 
And a man that weds one, better wed with the devil. 
She kicks and she thumps him, which raises his ire, 

He tries to fight back, but gets thrown on the fire; 
He crawls off all smoking, she laughs at his pains, 

So he buys him a pistol, and blows out his brains. 
Now, any young man ere he gets such a wife, 

Had better, by far, put an end to his life. 

She'll pull out his hair, ’tis a fault of those witches, 
He may soon wear a wig, but she’ll wear the breeches. 


ADELPHIC HALL, UNION COLLEGE, J@ay 30th, 1857. 












HARD TIMES OF 1858. 


For some months past, throughout our land we’vé 
heard a horrid cry, | 
‘Tis the old familiar adage of, ‘“‘root hog or - die!” 
But what’s the use of such advice, when every hope 
has fled? 
In spite of all his rooting, the poor old hog is dead. 
There’s been a crisis in our land I’m sorry to relate, 
Tis felt among the toiling poor, ’tis felt among the 
great; 
It is the voice of wisdom, she gives us good advice, 
To cherish honest industry, and shun the paths of vice. 
Y’ll now proceed, without ado, just as my mind directs, 
Iixplain to you, as best I can, its causes, and effects. 
Such evils as extravagance, intemperance, and pride, 
Must call on us, as citizens, misfortune’s fearful tide; 
Those times have been a blessing, deny itifyoucan, 
They strip the arrogant, and proud, and show the real as 
man; BS 
It teaches us that gentlemen of boasted rank, and 
birth, 


HARD TIMES OF 1858. 203 





Are very small, indeed, compared to men of real 
worth. 

The banker boasted of his wealth, he said he had the | 
Brock’: 


Because his bank was well secured by pledge of publie 


stock; 

He lost the public confidence, which was his only 
friend, } 

And then, alas! what could he do? why, nothing but 
‘* suspend.” 


His majesty, I’m sad to say, is growing very thin, 

His ears they now protrude a ‘‘feet” above the ‘‘lion 
skin.” 

Commercial .men, of every grade, have foundered in 
the gale, 

The reason seems quite plain to me, they carried too 
much sail. 

Yet they may conquer, if they will, by sailing boldly 
on; 

Forsake the dram-shop, and the still, the jug, and. 
demijohn. 

Twas at a late convention, cold water held the sway, 

And tried to dampen all that ardent “spirits” had to 
say. : 

Those ‘‘spirits” growing angry, made this resolve at 
length: 

“Though long we’ve been united, our union isn’t 
strength.” 





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og age as bia: | 
Cold water since vowed vengeance on all the ae ee 
race, 3 na 
And on the bloody field of strife has met them face to 
face. 
Vile Alcohol has lost a leg, old Lapentee has fled, 
Tobacco quids full many score are numbered with the — 
: dead. 
I saw, while on the battle- field, where e’er I turned 
: my head, : 
Few men of rank had fallen there, the generals had fled. | 
Old Brandy perished in the fight, the rust was on his» 
mail, 
I saw him yet I knew him not, he was so ghastly pak; 
Before my eyes, ten thousand troops lay sleeping in 
their gore, 
And then a wish escaped my mind, that ’twere ten 
thousand more. 
I left the scene of blood, and strife, and slowly walked 
along, : 
I was convinced the battle was not always with the 
strong. 
Could we but have good soldiers to marshal in the field, 
Old Alcohol, with all his host, would shortly have to 
yield. 
But now, cold water preachers who sound the trump 
each day, 
Are nothing but ‘‘false prophets,” clothed in their 
sheepskin grey. 





HARD TIMES OF 1858. 205 


They'll talk aloud on temperance, until they get so 
dry, 

They'll take a ‘‘smile,” and moisten up with what they 
call ‘‘old rye.” | 

But, now your whole attention I'll call another way, 

About affairs of nation, and what has been to pay. 

Our troops have been to Utah, they’ve made a mighty 
jam, : 

To conquer Mormon rebels, and kill their great ‘I 
am ’’; 

Against those famished Mormons they’ve made a heavy 
charge, 

But let the saintly Brigham, and his possee run at — 
large. 

Ho! next for bleeding Kansas our troops were called 
away, 

To guard the rights of freemen, and fight on ‘lection 
day ; 

They ate their daily rations, and drank their daily 
dram, 

They slaughtered nought but ‘‘pork and beans”; ’tis 
charged to Uncle Sam. 

John Bull is growing sinful, he does not go to 
church, , | 

He’s broke the law of nations, renewed the right of 
search. 

We’ll try and show proud Johnny the evil of his ways, 

By calling his attention to scenes of other days. 





















206 oe 3 HARD TIMES OF 1858. an Rea 


‘Why do you thus torment us, John? what ¢ can 
to do? | 
Are not the scenes of Concord still open to your oe 
’ll give you good advice, J ohn, pray listen if you will, 
T’ll call your whole attention away to Bunker Hill. 
Why stand you there aghast, John? whens has sour 
courage: fled ? 
Why beats your pulse so fast, John? while gazing at 
the dead? | 
For, as those bloody scenes, John, appear hate yon 
view, , 
Just think they’re but a shadow of what we now 
can do. aa 
John Bull, if you continue to tread upon our corns, 
We'll place you in a pretty plight, by knocking of ‘ 
your horns; 
You'll meet a warm reception in every shady Pes 
We'll ask you to take tea, John, way down in Boston 
harbor; i 
We'll steep such heavy ara out in the boiling 
flood, ; 
"Twill set you in commotion, you'll surely lose your cud, 
While cannons roar like thunder, with stars and stripes 
unfurled, 
We'll teach you that our seamen fear nothing in the 
world. 





TRUE PAT-RIOT-ISM. 


{The following lines were written at Andes, on the evening of July 4th, 1856, 
after witnessing a grand display of fireworks, accompanied by a fight between.one 
David Furguson, and a wild Irishman whose given name was Dennis, but whose 
chivalrous conduct on the occasion, acquired for him the name of ‘Corporal 
Barney Sucker.’’] 


Twas the night of the Fourth, when all through the 
town, 

Rum glasses tipped up, and old ‘‘rummies” tipped 
down, 

That the freemen of Andes, who thought it no sin, 

Had grown very mellow on whiskey, and gin. 


Their hearts were inspired by the spirits they drank, 
They selected a captain, who placed them in rank; 
With torch-light processions, and bonfires so bright, 
Those jolly old ‘‘cobies” illumined the night. 


But the principal actor was Corporal Barney, 

As brisk a young lad as e’er came from Killarney; 
He was not very tall, he had brogues on his feet, 
_ And his wearing apparel it fitted him neat. 





208 | TRUE PAT-RIOT-ISM. > 


When Barney left Erin, and crossed the rough wave 
To this ‘‘Land of the free and the home of the brave,” 
He was a pat-riot, as well you must know, , 
Whose ‘“‘sprig of shillalah” was death to the foe. 


Young Barney now wishing to show off his might, 
Like Goliath of old, challenged David to fight; 
Who let loose a ‘“‘broadside,” his courage to try, 
When Barney for quarters was soon heard to cry: 


‘*Q, spalpeen! you’ve kilt me! I’m murthered! I’m 
dead! | 
My innocent blood, you have wrongfully shed! 
Farewell to ‘Green Erin,’ blessed land of my birth, — 
Och! niver again shall I see you on earth! 


‘“ And, when I am dead, and laid under the sod, 
Where Bridget, my swateheart, so often has trod, 
May the saints take my sowl to the regions of bliss, 
But the divil fly off with such freedom as this.” 


But that Barney was Dennis, and he proved unhurt, 

For the foe shed no blood save the tearin’ his shirt. 

But his priest, and his friends, were all grieved for his 
sake, : 

For they had expected good times at his wake. 








Mae ys EXPOSITION, OR HYPOCRISY 
REPROVED. 


‘Tis sad to see a loafer, as he staggers from the inn, 

With his face lit up with brandy, and tobacco on his 
chin. 

’Tis horrible to view him as he tumbles in the bog, 

To see him trying to get up, and grunting like a hog. 


Arrah! ye blaggard dandy! whoever that ye are, 

Why sit with fate so elevated, smoking that cigar? | 

Your father was a vagabond, your mother was a 
rummy, 

Who brought ye up to curse, and swear; yer nothing 
but a mummy. . 


“Bad luck” to any lady that is always on the flirt, 

With gloves upon her fingers, as if afraid of dirt; 

And you, hoopskirted damsels, who promenade the 
street, ae 

Yer mothers once were kitchen maids with brogues 
upon their feet. 


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God’s curse be on the dochter, so ahi: of ‘braee 
Who thinks long beard, and moustache, would ease a 
a body’s pains, | | 
For, any one who calls him, had beaten be PEL a 
He’s sawdust in his saddlebags, and gas within his head. — 4 


I hate the lying cobbler, though there’s honest ones, 
perhaps, 

Yet from other people’ 's leather, they’re pee stealing 
taps ; 

And there’s the roguish blacksmith, who lage for 
your ‘‘tin,” | 

iHe files the clinches from the nails, and thinks it is no 


sin, 


IT also hate the merchants, those very honest men, 
If you buy ef them five cents’ worth, they’ll cheat you 
| out of ten, , : 
‘The 'hypocritic clergyman, in death where’er he goes, 
Tt will not do for me to say, the devil only knows. 


‘By the ‘holy saints! I wouldn’t be a man of either 
trade. 4 
‘For the debts they owe to the priest of hell, must all 4 
one day ‘be paid. f 
‘Then if I ‘lacked the wherewithal, whos T no longer i a 
plod, : 
‘The devil would foreclose, and take poor Paddy with 4a 
‘his ‘hod. . 





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BROTHER JONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER 
WEDDING. 


As related by Patrick O’Donohou, or some other Patrick, 7 dun know who. 


Ir has long been the custom for Jones, Smith and 
Brown, 

And the numerous other big bugs of the town, 

To celebrate weddings of silver, and gold, 

Where great things are done, and much greater things 
told. | 


When true aristocracy makes a display, 

Codfish aristocracy does the same way; 

_ Where the big fish leave off, there the small fry begin, 
And celebrate weddings of pewter, and tin. 


“Tis a cushtom, be jabers,” as Patrick once said, 
While whusky was doing its work in his head; 
And like “St. Patrick’s day in the morning,” we claim 
That the Fourth of July must go on just the same. 


And the spalpeen would almost be guilty of treason, 

To question our motives, or ask for the reason. 

The whole world, and some ‘others, now make this 
display, 

Over Jonathan’s Gunpowder Wedding to-day. 


212 BROTHER YONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 


But, who is this Jonathan? whence had he birth? 
That his fame has gone forth to the ends of the earth ; 
And fawt has he done that is worthy of fame? 

‘Be dad!” av you'll wait I’ll just answer that same. 


The strict hour of his birth, the identical spot, 

Are historical facts that I may have forgot; 

But whither decinded from Normans, or Danes, 

You may bet your last cint there’s blue blood in his 


veins. 


Whether born on the land, or the water that flows . 
Round the isles of the Shamrock, the Thistle, and Rose, 

Does not add to his glory, or lessen his worth, : 
He was born to be freedom’s defender on earth. 


He may have been born on the mountain, or moor, 
In the halls of the rich, or the cot of the poor; 

He may have been born on the day, or the night, 
That St. George overcome the old Dragon in fight. 


Or, he may have been born where the storm-petrels fly, 
And the waves of the ocean unite with the sky; 

Where the song of the siren might lull him to sleep, 
While his ocean-built cradle was rocked on the deep. 


He was certainly born, and it must have occurred 
Some time in the reign of old King George the Third ; 
Whether born by the SHannon, the SEVERN, or Tay, 
The Crype, or the Lirrey, I’m sure I can’t say. 








BROTHER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 218 


It is claimed that his childhood was wayward, and 

wild, 3 
And his juvenile efforts were strongly reviled; 
But this much I will venture to say for the lad: 
In his youth, he was certainly not very bad! 


Though his kinsmen may be of the Saxon, or Celt, 
While the fruits of the great Magna Charta are felt, 
The brave, and the free, will be proud of his birth, 
And his name will go down to the inds of the earth. 


The child grew and waxed strong in his maternal 
bowers, 

And gave promise of great intellectual powers; 

But he spurns the oppressive restraint of the crown, 

And he challenges royalty’s bitterest frown. 


Sure, his hairt it is filled with paternal respect ; 
Yet, paternal abuse, and paternal neglect, 
Compelled him, at last, as an exile to roam, 

And seek among strangers for friends, and a home. 


It is no pleasant task, as you may be aware, 

Our ancestors’ foibles, and sins, to lay bare; 

But the truth should be told, though it causes us 
pain, 

And the truth you shall have, since I ‘‘roise to 
explain.” 





214 BROTHER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 


It is said that John Bull, in his earlier days, 

Was quite dissipated, and wild in his ways; 

To frolic, and dance, to drink, and to fight, 

Both at home, and abroad, was his chiefest delight. 


But his errors of youth, and his follies, ‘‘you bet!” 
In after life caused him the keenest regret, 

Through the losses, and crosses, those follies induced ; 
For evils, like chickens, will come home to roost. 


Our examples, you know, are of greatest concern— 

While the old cock is crowing the chickens will learn: 

We should guard well our childhood, and youth, if 
we can, 

Since the child must be father, you know, of the man. 


My story thus prefaced, I’ll hasten on, now, 

To the causes that led to this family row; 

A. sanguine affair, that we still view aghast, 

And which led to a dismembered household at last. 


John Bull, in his dotage, had grown very vain, 

He was rich on the land—he was great on the main; 
And he wanted all nations obeisance to pay, 

And his haughtiness never could brook much delay. 


One time, at QueseEc, at a national dance, 

He got very angry, and jealous of FRANCE; 

He had donned all his richest and ‘‘nodbiest” clothes ; 
A bright bouquet of rum-blossoms stood on his nose. 


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BROTHER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 215 


His wig was well powdered, as you may suppose, 
And his button-hole, too, was adorned with a rose; 
For the popular favor, his frantic appeals 

Were frequently made, with his strathspeys, and reels. 


But France, and her favorite here Monrca.y, 
With their brand-new cotillions had borne off the palm; 
And old John had taken offence at the slight, 
Had kicked up a row, and got into a fight. | 


With a very high hand, he had carried the day, 
And had left poor old France in a very bad way; 
Her garments were tattered, her hero was slain, 
John had left her in humiliation and pain. 


With high colors, John set out for home, I am sure, 
But inwardly feeling uncommon demure; 

His hair pulled like ‘‘d/azes” with pain in his head, 
While his pockets had niver the face of a ‘‘ red.” 


The old adage is thrue, Ill be hang’d if it ain’t! 
Whin the Divil is sick, he’s a sort of a saint; 

- And old penniless John, in his language was warm, 
And loud in his vows to retrench and reform. 


For a long time, the King, and the Commons, and 
Peers, 

Had been pulling each other about by the ears ; 

Devoting much time, and exhausting much skill, 

Devising some plan, their exchequer to fill. 


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216 BROTHER F¥ONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 


The king had grown very morose, and severe, 
And had treated young Jonathan very austere; 
He called him a spendthrift, a wild reprobate, 
He accused him of drinking, and stopping out late. 


No doubt he had censured him justly, but yet, 
When you see the example the father had set, 
You can see that his foibles, and follies, each one, 
Had descended direct from the sire to the son. 


Whin this “broth of a boy” was one night at a hop, 


He thought he’d just venture to “hist i a dhrop”; 
He thought he could stop when he had just enough, 
And so commenced ‘‘ getting outside of the stuff.” 


He endeavored, no doubt, as a Congressman would, 
To “put it all where it would do the most good.” 
And all the time thinking I have not a doubt, 

That his blessed old mother well knew he was out. 


He just stepped to the front, and he lifted the jug. 
And he offered a toast as he drew out the plug; 
He revarsed its position and took a good swig, 
Then hitched up his pants and stepped out for a jig. 


And the piper began playing Rory O’More, 
As Jonathan planted both heels on the floor. — 
On the floor did I say? on Tim Lanigan’s toes, 


Which brought a response, and a shlap on the nose. 


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BROT. HER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 217 


For a genteel apology, Tim did insist, 

Which Jonathan gev wid the heel of his fist; 

And to make the whole matter still rather more mixed, 
He gave a wild flourish, and called for the nixt! 


Now, this was a challenge, you’d better believe, __ 
That every one present were glad to receive. 
But, who should be next, was a question of doubt, — 
That all were determined at once to find out. 


The brave hearts of old Ireland, who love a free fight, 
Felt honored, and proud, to be present that night. 
The blood ran like claret, the whisky ran too, 

And right fast both the fist, and shillalah now flew. 


Till Jonathan, first one to open the ball, 

Had won the supreme admiration of all. 

He was feted, and treated by every true Pat, 

And went home rather late with a ‘brick in his hat.” 


John Bull and Britannia were both very mad, 
And determined they would disinherit the lad; 

John called him a Fenzan; with slang phrase, and cant, — 
He accused him of being ‘‘the son of his aunt.” 


But Jonathan would not withstand this disgrace, 

So he gev the old man a shmart slap in the face. 

For this breach of the peace he just gev them ‘‘leg 
bail,” 


And he boarded a ship that was ready to sail. 








218 BROTHER ¥ONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 


With the love for green Erin still strong in his breast, om 
He bade her adieu, and set sail for the west; Ye 
He had heard. Uncle Sam, who lived over the water, 
Had slathers of gold, and a beautiful daughter. | 


But Jonathan, unlike your renegade’ ‘‘tramps,” 

Had his heart set on love, and not on the stamps. 

He had sown his wild oats, he would settle in life, 
He would court fair Columbia, and take her to wife. 


And, if the old folks ever offered to scold, 

They might go to that place where it never grows cold! 
He would never submit to the power of the throne, 
While he held a full hand, he would ‘play cz alone.” 


Sure, the heart in his bosom was loving, and brave, 
And Columbia was fair as a nymph of the wave; 

And this gallant young lover as might be supposed, 
Found his love was returned, so he quickly proposed. 


And, she modestly told him to ask the old gent, 

And Uncle Sam willingly gave his consent. 

When the news was conveyed to the king and the 
queen, : 

They both flew in a rage, and give vent to their spleen. 


The king said: allegiance, they surely must own, 
An’ their license be stamped, with the stamp of the 
crown, 








BROTHER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 219 


Pay the tax on their tea, and what else I’ve forgot, 
Or he’d make the new climate for them rather hot! 


Uncle Sam got the letter, and read the demand, 
He took out his jackknife, with countenance bland, 
He sharpened a quill, gave a wink of his eye, 
And this reception ticket he sent in reply. 


With a temper unruffled, an’ visage serene; 

He sent his respects to the king; and the queen; 
He invited them both for the wedding to fix, 
Which he said would take place July 4th, ’76. 


He requested their majesties early to dine, 

To join im the dance, and partake of the wine; 

The path to his cabin they’d find, without doubt, 
And the latch-string they’d find, for it always hung out. 


And the young couple, also, had sent their regards, 

And their names nately stamped on two beautiful 
cards; 

After signing his name, and then scratching his head, 

As a sort of a postscript, he still further said: 


And av’ you respect us we'll meet on the hvil, 

Av’ you treat us with scorn, you may go to the divil/ 
But what made John Bull all the more in a rage, 
A spread eagle was stamped on the top of the page. 


John Bull was resolved to give vent to his spite, 
But thought he would do it in manner polite; 


220 BROTHER ¥ONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 


So, be said, in reply, as your sarvent, and friend, 
I am wonderful sorry I can not attend; 


But, of late, I have suffered so much with the gout, 
That I don’t think it prudent just now to be out; 
But beg you'll accept this small present from me, 
And he sent: a full cargo of gunpowder tea. 


But the worst of the sell, and the more to his shame, 
A remarkable tax he had laid on the same; 

And then, as a postscript, he ventured to say, 

This tribute, he hoped they were willing to pay. 


Uncle Sam vowed the tea should not come in his arbor, 
And ordered it emptied out into the harbor; 

’Twas a mighty big drawing, at one time, to steep, 
But he vowed it should all be consigned to the deep; 


And when the last chest of the cargo might sink, 

He would send word for John to come over and drink; 
And then he would see if this gouty old moak, 
Would acknowledge the sell, or would relish the joke. 


John Bull he came over with clamor, and noise, 
And he brought a whole lot of his red-coated boys; 
There was not enough to prohibit the feast, 

But enough for a Skimmington party, at. least. 


It was rather dry fun for old John and the boys, 
And dearly they paid for their clamor and noise ; 





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BROTHER FONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 221 


But, John was determined to get up a row, 
And he thought this the best way to do it, somehow. 


How hard they did dance, and how fast they did play, 
And how old John, at last, had the piper to pay; 
How it drained his old pockets completely of gold, 
Is the story old John never likes to hear told. 


For when this old Briton got out of the spree, 

And returned to his sand heap way off in the sea, 

He looked ’bout as thin as the ‘‘last run of shad”; 

He was friendless, and poor, and he doubtless felt 
bad. 


livery hair on his head was pulled out by the root, 

They had ‘‘shaded” his eyes, and had ‘‘dusted his 
snoot”’; 

With one arm in a sling, and a halt in his gait, 

With small patches of canvas all over his pate. 


They had drained him of money, and maimed him 
in limb, 

And oh! such a head, as they put upon him! 

It was always a myst’ry just how he contrived, 

To get over that drubbing, but yet he survived. 


If you call on the old man, to get his advice, 

And ask him how war goes, he says it is nice/ 
But, he says, that the Yankees are all a tough set, 
That it don’t pay to pick up a row with ‘You bet”! 


299 BROTHER SONA: THAN’ S GUNPOWDER WED ie 


But the wedding took es they had sent for the be 
‘priest, a 

The guests were invited, and came to the feast; 

The vows were exchanged, and the nuptial bands tied, 


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When every one present saluted the bride. 


When the feasting and dancing were finally done, 

Uncle Sam bestowed blessings on daughter, and son, 
No doubt they were happy in thus being blest; 
So, excuse me, dear friends, av I don’t tell the rest, 


I will: mention no more than all hist’ry relates, 
That Columbia is now the proud mother of states. 3 
Her sons and her daughters are honest and true, 
And comely as any the world ever knew. 


Her household extends from the east to the west, 
And her family government is of the best; 

She is modest and matronly, pious and staid, 
And her virtuous precepts are always obeyed. 


If her children, who live at the North, or the South, 

Come round making complaints, with both thumbs in 
their mouth, | 

With decision and promptness she meets the behoof, 

With instant, impartial, maternal reproof. 


Old Jonathan sits by his own cabin door, 
With his jack-knife, he whittles all over the floor; 








BROTHER $ONATHAN’S GUNPOWDER WEDDING. 223 


He makes for the children small playthings and toys, 
‘While he tells old war stories to flatter the boys. 


He relates of the wonderful heroes of old, 

And his stories grow larger the more they are told; 
And oh! how it flatters his national pride, 

To tell how he courted, and won his young bride. 


Every Fourth of July, he still loves to array 

In his old regimentals, and make a display; 

With his old striped pants, and his pigeon-tailed coat, 
With plug hat, anda bandanna tied round his throat. 


With his rusty old broadsword all mounted with brass, 
Like the one Balaam wished for to strike at the ass; 
He plays Yankee Doodle on drum, and on fife, 

And feels twenty-four degrees bigger than life. 


Young America always comes out on that day, 
To burn firecrackers, and hear the band play. 

While we play Hail Columbia may time never fail 
To preserve both Columbia, and Jonathan hale. 


John Bull may get sick this hot Fourth of July, 
While his dog-star lays panting for breath in the sky; 
He may sit down in sadness, and count up the cost, 
And think of the beautiful land .he has lost. 


He may venture to boast of the seas he has sailed, 
But don’t like to speak of the time he got whaled ; 












| 224 BROTHER yond THAN’ S GUNPOWDER } E, DDING. 


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When we silineeal his fierce lion, and sd atin to bed, 
And gave him such doses of powder and lead. ae: 


Excuse us for boasting, we certainly claim, 
We have powders the fierce British lion to tame; 
And like skillful physicians, when powder’s won’t heal, 3 
We'll try heroic treatment—resort tothe steel. a 


But we will not deride ‘‘the old man of the sea,” 
We are friends now, and hope we forever shall be; 
We would not rejoice at his sorrow and pain, 

But we feel that his loss was our eternal gain. 


In the censer of freedom, on Liberty’s urn, 

‘May a gunpowder incense eternally burn; — , 

While we tread the same paths which our forefathers 3 
trod, 

May this incense we burn be accepted of God! 


Fuly 4th, 1875. 





BEE PICNIC, 


You have met here, to-day, on this beautiful spot, 
’Tis superfluous now, to say why, or for what. | 

When I see the sly leer you all have in one eye, 
I am fully convinced that you all well know why. 


You are, all of you, patterns of virtue, no doubt, 

And you know how you ought to behave when you're 
out. 

Yet respect for the truth still compels me to say, 

You have come here with very loose habits to-day. 


And forgive me, I pray, should I choose to disclose 
Your motives for wearing your roomiest clothes; 
For, to use an expression they have on the seas, 
livery stitch of your canvas is spread to the breeze. 


You have set every sail, I am telling no fib, 
Every mainsail, top-gallant, and spanker, and jib; 
Your vessels are ready, and still you must wait. 


Till orders are given to take in your freight. 
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226 WB ar LONI Cs 





There are veterans here, there are those in their teens, _ 
Who are brave in the battles of old pork and beans. 
On their prowess, and tactics, they firmly rely, 

And before their fierce onset, how rations will fly. 


They are brave, I have said, but just notice their eyes, 
For they never lose sight of the dase of supplies. 
It has come here in baskets, in boxes, and kegs, 
But, believe me, ’twill most of it go off on legs. 


I have never believed that a table would groan, 

If it does, you will not let it suffer alone; 

But I warn you in time not to eat till in pain, 

For your store-clothes may never endure such a strain. 


No doubt, at this moment, some sly little wretch 
Ts hoping his skin will be able to stretch; 

But what if some unlucky sneeze, or a cough, 
Should make every pewter-faced button fly off? 


‘Your mother, no doubt, has arranged all your clothes, — 
And shown you the manner of wiping your nose; 
But she never has dreamed, nor she never has planned, 
‘To see you supporting your pants with your hand. 


‘This saying, we have, when we wish to talk loose, 

“What is sauce for the gander, is sauce for the goose,” 

And these accents of warning, that fall from my 
tongue, | 

Are as good for the old, as they are for the young 








THES PICNIC, I97 


Yet, while I admonish, I’m free to confess, 

There is one conundrum I never could guess; 

Why is it, that all men—the living, and dead, 
Have been slaves to the stomach, and not to the head ? 


While sages have reasoned, have argued, and wrote, 
Whole fortunes have steadily gone down the throat; 
Can lords of creation, who reason, and think, 

See nothing to strive for, but victuals and drink? 


’ is certainly clear, 


That man’s ‘‘god is his belly,’ 
For he always has paid it devotion sincere, 
He first eat himself out of bright Hden’s retreat— 


He can’t eat himself into another as neat! 


The preacher has prayed, and the hero has bled, 
But, the chief end of man is to labor for bread; 

Yet, our bread supplication seems ‘‘rather too thin,” 
While we want all the other side dishes thrown in. 


I had hoped when [I started to scribble this song, 
To convince you that too hearty eating was wrong, 
If I cautioned you well against eating too free, 
The chances would be all the better for me. 


But I might as well stop, it is useless to prate, 
For all I can say will not alter my fate. 
If you get the first hold of the cake, and the pie, 
With calm resignation I’ll bid it good-by. 








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ay 


For the dog that i is starving, and ‘dnaraeent your 
Though you wallop the ladle right over his head, 









ou 


Or strive to persuade him, by twisting his tail, 
Against him you can not expect to prevail. 
When the wolf, that has got you secure in his 
paws, dfs | 
Lays flapping his tail, and just smacking his jaws, 
You can read your own doom in the animal's face, 
While he shows you his manner of saying his grace. 4 


When the hangman has drawn the black cap on your: a 


head, | | 
And the last fervent prayer for your soul has been a 
said; : is 
With your neck in the hater I can not believe “a 


You would venture to cherish one hope for reprieve. 


It is nearly so here, ne a desperate case, 

I can read my own doom in the lines of your face; 
If I wait for your signal, to join the repast, 

I shall certainly find myself mnus at last. | | . 


But, don’t flatter yourselves with this tale I have 
told, 's 

If you do, you will certainly find you are sold; 

If you strive with this chicken because he is lame, 

You will make up your minds. he is all over game/ 





THE PICNIC. 229 


Lo! here is the stomach, and here is the mouth, 
That looks small to you now on account of the drouth, 
But, when at the table I stretch forth my hand, 
You'll see how these waistbands are made to expand. 


Five loaves, and two /ishes, ten cheeses, one ham, 
Twelve dozen of eggs, and a firkin of jam, 

Six pies, and four, puddings, or I am a dunce, 
Can all be crammed under these waistbands at once! 


( fact.) 


Now, if you believe every word I relate, 

Youll make up your minds I am somebody great, 
(great hog.) 

And while you will wonder, you'll doubtless incline 

To learn something more in my ancestral line; 


Well, old Tubal-cain was a worker of brass, 

And the same may be said of the whole of his class, 
My descent straight from him you can easily trace, 
Which accounts for the drass you all see in my face. 


But, Vl stop all this d/owing, you're anxious to go, 

And I know you would much rather hear the horn 
blow ; 

When the stomach is empty, and sighing for cake, 

Such thin stuff as this is unpleasant to take. 


When you go to the tables, don’t gobble your food 
Till your eyes from their sockets completely protrude. 


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Your latest, and best occupation would cease. 


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Ania you look leaner than Pharaoh's ‘nee 
I would not advise you to eat like the swine. 











If you cram in your food till you stifle your breath, | 
Your greediness may be the cause of your death; 
Although you might wish for this mode of release, 


Should you reach the dark river ‘aflaten and puffing, 
As doubtless you would on account of your stuffing, 
The sensible ferryman, doubtless, would think 

Your uncommon weight would incline you to sink. 


From the shores of the blest you might have to retire, 
And take a location too close to the fire, 
Where gluttons, no doubt, would all get their just due, 
And old Satan would ‘‘whoop i up” lively to you. 





[ Post-Obit.] 
REWARD OF MERIT. 


WHEN pilgrims, on life’s weary road, 
O’erburdened, sink beneath their load, 

Long elegies are often penned 

By some poor simple-minded friend, 

In which a long account is given 

How their winged souls took flight to heaven; 
While many, [I am sad to say, 

Have no doubt gone the other way. 

Yes! gone the downward road by rail / 
And not with wings, but horns and tail! 
And while on earth, their friends may boast, 
Down deep in hell the victims roast! 
Instead of wearing robes of light, 

They smell with sulphur day and night. 
How little earthly mortals know 

Of heaven above, or hell below! 

We know they’ve gone to their repose, 

But where they’ve gone, God only knows! 

The press is stifled all the time 

With hash of blank verse, prose, and rhyme, 











“ Tines written on the death of Ji!” | 


When I’ve oot my last change of shirt, 
And fill death’s furrow in the dirt, — 

I pray that no unlettered muse 

Will then my memory abuse > 
With farewell ode, or parting hymn— 


Heap the green sod—rear the rough stone— — 
Let showy epitaphs alone ; 
That I am dead is all, at best, 

You'll ever know—God knows the rest! 





[A Grange Poem.] 


Pete teN AND THE BLUE, 


FIRST, OR ROSE-COLORED VERSION. 


Atr—Red, White, and Blue. 


Tue first Patron was Master of Eden, 
His God was Grand Master above, 
While the man lived in ‘peace with his Maker, 
His lodge was a harem of love. 
Sweet flowers shed their odors around him, 
Bright stars shone resplendent to view, 
While the glad orb of day, im his glory, 
Lit up both the Green and the Blue. 


Chorus. 

‘Then welcome the Green and the Blue, 

The God-given Green and the Blue, 

The flower-decked Green and the star-spangled Blue, 
The God-given Green and the Blue. 


The first middle-man was the devil, 
Who set up a traffic with Eve, 

While he coiled his huge rings all around her, 
He smiled, but he smiled to deceive. 


234. THE GREEN AND THE BLUE. 


Man fled from the wrath of Jehovah, at a : 
Bright Eden was lost to his view, ” 
But God, in his infinite mercy, 
Still left him the Green and the Blue. 


Chorus. 
Then welcome the Green and the Blue, 
The God-given Green and the Blue, 
Since God, in his infinite mercy, 
Has left him the Green and the Blue. 


The Creator still cares for the Patron, 
With brown hands accustomed to toil, 
He gave him the plow for a sceptre, 
And crowned him the king of thé soil. 
The dome of his palace is azure, : 
His carpet of emerald hue, 
Whether peasant or king, the true Patron 
Still holds to the Green and the Blue. 


Chorus. 

Then welcome the Green and the Blue, 
The God-given Green and the Blue, 
Whether peasant or king, the true Patron 
Still holds to the Green and the Blue. 


By his own glowing ingle, in quiet, 
_ The time-honored Patron may dose, 
When the winter of age is upon him, 
And life shall be near to its close. 





THE -GREEN AND: THE - BLUE. 235 


While the earth showers blessings around him, 
Bright heaven is still in his view, 

For he longs, at the close of his labor, 
To sleep on the Green ’neath the Blue. 


Chorus. 
Then welcome the Green and the Blue, 
The God-given Green and the Blue, 
May we all, at the close of our labor, 
Repose “neath the Green and the Blue. 


SECOND VERSION. 
AIir—O/d Rosin la Beau. 


Old Ad., the first man in creation— 
The first one we read of at least— 
Married early in life, and rented 
_A snug little farm in the east. 

The terms with his landlord were easy— 
The soil was. productive and fine— 
He could eat of the fruit of the garden, 

Or drink of the juice of the vine. 


Chorus. 


He could drink of the juice of the vine— 
He could drink of the juice of the vine— 
He could eat of the fruit of the garden, 
Or drink of the juice of the vine. 





That Ad. was unskilled in his calli ee 
Was certainly plain to be seen, 

For he let the weeds grow in his garden, 
And gathered his apples too green. — 

His gate stood ajar, and the devil, 
A jew peddler, stole in one day, 

And he claimed the attention of Eve, 
For he knew that old Ad. was away. 

Chorus.—For he knew that old Ad. was away, ete. 





He told her his goods were the scheapest— 
He called her the nicest of girls— 

He sold her false calves, and huge bustles, 
Fresh paint, palpitators and curls; 

He told her although it might look well, 
Still some one would consider her rude, 

If she followed the discarded fashion — 
Of going in public so nude. 

Chorus.—Of going in public so nude, ete. 


A few dimes for external improvements, 
Eve spent, never dreaming of harm, 
"Till she traded, and traded, and traded 
Old Adam quite: out of his farm; 
For when the Lord came in the garden, 
To stroll in the cool of the day, 
He called on old Ad. for his rent, 
But the devil a cent could he pay. 
Chorus.—But the devil a cent could he pay, ete. 





THE GREEN AND FHE BLUE. Q3BT 


The wrath of the landlord was kindled — 
He told them to ‘‘git up and dust!” 
They heard his command with deep sorrow, 
Although they well knew it was just — 
Ad. knew there was no use of talking, 
And yet, was determined to swear; 
He cursed every body around him, 
While the devil.came in for his share. 
[ Chorus. 


Ad. packed up his duds in a hurry, 
Lit out on the emigrant trail, 
With Eve dressed in ‘‘store clothes” beside him, 
They “‘hoofed it” along through the vale ; 
He knew Eve had been very foolish, 
The devil had treated him vile, 
Yet he knew if good fortune attended, 


He could certainly yet make his pile. 
[ Chorus. 


But still, the same spirit of evil, 
Pursued both the man and his wife, 
Their profligate course in the garden, 
Had rendered them wretched for life. 
Wherever they stopped for a season, 
Ad. found his best efforts were vain, 
For his boys were determined to quarrel, 
His termagant wife would rise Cain! 


[ Chorus. 


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THE GREEN AND)! THE BLUE ae a sat Arp 


Black imps like our untutored Red-ekinew! 


Cut up all the antics of fools; 
They drowned all his swine in the river, 
Stampeded his asses and mules; 

Grim Death, with his tomahawk lifted, 
Hung round poor old Ad. unaware, 
And surprised him one night in his tent, 
And succeeded in “‘lifting his hair.” 

[ Chorus. 


Nobody took care of the children 

When Ad. was tucked under the ce 
They had to go root for a living, 

And so they got scattered around. 
While a Zot of them tarried in Sodom— 

Whenever thé south wind might blow, 


_ Hot ashes, and fire and sulphur, 


Blew up from the regions below. 


[ Chorus. 


¥ 


Long ages have rolled since creation— 
Long ages of sorrow and woe— 

Old Adam and Eve with some others, 
Have ‘‘gone where the good niggers go” 

War, pestilence, famines and floods, 
Have swept every region and zone; 


‘Still the plucky descendants of Adam 


Have stubbornly held to their own. 
[ Chorus. 








SHE GREEN AND -THE BLUE, 239 


They have made the earth bloom like a garden, 
Despite all their sorrows and cares, 
While the spirit of evil has followed, 
To scatter both brambles and tares. 
Yet the earth still continues her bounties, 
And all might be happy to-day, 
But our rulers, like so many leeches, 
Are stealing our life-blood away. 
[ Chorus. 


While Grant, the expensive old codger, 
Grand mogul of Uncle Sam’s ranch, 
Smokes his chops that are well soaked in whisky. 
And is sunning his shins at Long Branch, 
While Congressmen calling for back pay, 
Scream worse than a brood of young loons, 
The chief Butler, while one eye stands sentry, 
With the other is searching for spoons! © 
[ Chorus. 


While cliques and monopolies flourish, 
While taxes forever increase, 
While defaulters are fleeing from justice, 
Still warbling, ‘‘Let us have peace.” 
For the brave-hearted, honest producer, 
No peace on this earth can be found, 
Till his soul has forsaken his body, 
And his body is under the ground. 
[ Chorus. 










CORRESPONDENCE FOR THE OFFERING, — 


A SCHOOL PAPER. 


THRouGH your columns, dear ‘‘ Offering,” permit me to — 
state, ; a 
As no news of importance ,is found to aie 
That, unmoved by the world, or the times as they 20, 
Our own little ville remains in statu quo. | 
Though all tongues are busy, and, as it appears, 
One half are all eyes, and the rest are all ears; | 
Yet our villains have long been accustomed to meet E 
In Weavér’s Hotel, at 290 Main street, es + 
To make observations on things as they pass, — Sg 
And on special occasions indulge in a glass. a 
‘Tis no uncommon thing, as they stand at the bar 
Hxhaling the fumes of a burning cigar, 
To hear them break forth in a lively debate, 
Concerning affairs of the nation, and state. | 
But, what I have said, let me further evince, ; 
By describing a scene which occurred not long since. 
One night, ” as all old story-tellers begin, 4 
Your most humble servant by chance happened in, 





CORRESPONDENCE FOR THE OFFERING. 241 


And without reservation, was freely allowed 

A most comprehensive survey of the crowd. 

At the bar, by the stove, and in various places, 
Were many familiar, but hard-looking faces, 

Who loved to discourse on the signs of the times, 
Or, to plead at the bar, and dispose of their dimes. 
As the right of discussion was never prevented, 

All factions, and parties, were well represented. 

As I stood contemplating, the ponderous door 

Was quickly thrown open, and in came one Morp; 
At which Dane brightened up, as if cured of the Blues, 
And he made this remark: Uncle Linus what news? 
The last news I have, and the only, in fact, 

Is that Congress has passed a long conscription act; 
An act which, ’tis thought, in the end will devour 
All sovereign state-rights by arresting their power. 
DANE was not surprised at the news he had heard; 
When contemplating what had already occurred, 

He considered no act of oppression too strong 

For a Congress to pass, who delighted in wrong. 


46 


CiuTe said: such remarks, though considered ‘‘ right 
smart,” | 

Came from one who was truly ‘‘Srcession ” at heart. 

The excitement increasing, a lengthy reply 

On direct party issue was madé by Joun Y.., 

At conclusion of which, an indignant retort, 

As to national wrongs, was indulged in by Suorr. 


Says Sines: though sincerely you love to applaud 


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242 CORRESPONDENCE FOR THE OFFERING. 


Party acts of corruption, oppression and fraud, 
Among all other nations, you can not find one . 
That would suffer these wrongs, as our nation has | }' 3 
done. . | 7 
Burr said: the corruption, and sins of the nation, 
Should not be ascribed to the administration; 
That the president’s course, though uncomely to view, 
Was in keeping with what we required him to do. 
Mason said: that Ass LincoLN committed one error, 
The day he established his vile ‘‘ Reign of Terror.” * 
What power was within the Executive’s reach, 
Which allowed him to trammel the freedom of speech? 
Was it meet that OLtp ABE should allow any body 
To wrong our brave troops with fat contracts of 
; “Shoddy ?” | 
His concluding remarks were high seasoned, and bitter, 
Against ‘‘Honest” Apr, the great western rail-splitter ; 
When, to what had been: said, some remarks very 





vague, | 

As a sort of reply, were set forward by Craic. 

Thus they spoke, pro and con, to confirm, or refute, 

While, just back of the counter, the landlord sce * 
mute; | 

He had nothing to do with political trash, 

His whole trade was in rum, which he sold for the 
cash, | 

And, when all of his bottles, at last, became dry, 


By unanimous vote they adjourned ‘Sine die.” 


‘a :.. with these few r remarks, let n me bid you good-by. 





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MISCELLANEOUSHIM 


THE SOGing 


THoucnH oft we meet, the young and gay, 
To pass the evening hours away 

In youthful glee, yet who shall know 
The good that from such meetings grow. 


Our treasury, though filling slow, 
Some future day, may overflow; 
Our money, if applied aright, 

May far excel the widow’s mite. 


Days, months, and years may pass away, 
And time may change the young, and gay, 
Still, minds with richest knowledge stored 
May gather round our festive board. 


May God, in goodness, e’er attend 
To all the comforts of our friend, 
Whose ample store has made us, here, 
Partakers of such earthly cheer. 





THE SOCIAL. 


Shall we, who now are in our prime, 
Be crushed beneath the car of time? 
And shall no documents remain 

To prove we have not lived in vain? 


No! let us all unite as one, 

To finish what we have begun; 
Raise high the banner on the wall, 
And gain the victory e’er we fall! 


And, may religion still abound, 

And cast its cheering rays around; 
While heaven’s pure lamp is shining o’er, 
To light us to the other shore. 


1860. 


245 



















MOTTO FOR THE EVERLASTING VISITORS © 
OF THE BREAD AND BUTTER BRIGADE. 


Ir is not on the battle-field that we would wish to die, oa 


There is so little glory there ‘ “you can put it in your . 


eye”; 


But, in the cabin of some fiend! we'll draw our latest - : 

breath, | 
Intrenched behind his festive board, we'll eat ourselves fe 

to death. ¥ 
We've taken many a field by storm, and never ‘fired 
a gun; ee q 
We love to march where rations fly, where lea and — 

coffee run; a 
Our foemen tremble in their boots, and shun al 
serried host, | 
And yet I think our warmest friends have cause to - 


fear us most; 
And should they steal a march on us, we know. what — 


we're about, . | 4 
They'll never take us by surprise, but always find a 
us out ; a mn 4 


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Not that we ever would retreat, for that would bring 
disgrace, a 


But, put it in a milder form, we'll only ohare our base. 4 


LINES 


Respectfully dedicated to THomMas and CHRISTIANA COLLINS, on the death 
of an adopted Daughter. 


YE mourning friends hear what I say 
Of her whom death has called away. 
Strive not against the will of God. 
Bow in submission to the rod. 


She’s gone, but why should we lament? 
She’s gone the way the prophets went. 
In death what terror should there be 
When sent to set the spirit free? 


What soul in sin would wish to plod 
Rather than soar away to God, 

And leave behind the things of earth, 
To wear a crown of priceless worth? 


Her heart was always light and free, 
She was a precious gem to thee; 

The suns of fifteen summers fair 

Had found and left her free from care. 


Her brow was of nase mien, | 
Where clouds of grief were seldom seen. 
Her mortal tenement lies cold, es 


And tenantless within the mould! 


She rests secure with all her bloom 
Inside the portals of the tomb. | 
Where can our mortal bodies rest 


If not upon our mother’s breast? 


"Tis sweet to draw our latest breath 
And sleep the final sleep of death; 
It should dispel our every fear 

To know in death that God is near. 


He claims the spirit which he gave, 
He will not leave it in the grave; 
He calls us to his throne on high 
In realms of bliss beyond the sky. 


Mourn not for her by death set free; 
More fitting she should mourn for thee, 
Thus left to wander here below, 

In this dark vale of grief and woe. 


We linger here in dark suspense, 
We know that God will call us hence; 
We shudder at the dreadful hour 


‘When we shall feel his sovereign power. 





‘Her fecstlliy Hecibles all. are over, 


os Ae She's safe at last on Canaan's shore. 


uG0, 1858. vs 








THE BIBLE. 


. [Lines written in an Album, Oswego, Sept. 4th, 1858.] 


Tue Bible is your chart and guide, 
As o’er life’s troubled sea you glide; 
When storms arise, and billows roll, 
It is the anchor of the soul, 


God is your Pilot, never fear, 

He stills the waves, the port is near; 
That light, which shineth from afar, — 
Is Hope, your only beacon star. 


When you approach the throne of grace, 
And bow before a Saviour’s face, | 
Beseech Omnipotence for me, 

Ask him to set sin’s captive free. 


That we may leave these shores of time, 
Both bound for that celestial clime. 

In that bright zone, no polar snows, 

Nor tropic whirlwind ever blows. 











Pee ewiiNISCENCER OF THE PAST. 


Tur day has gone, and night has wrapt her robes 
| around the earth, 
My wife and I, with children dear, have gathered 
round the hearth; 
Far down the halls of memory salutes my anxious gaze, 
Through smiles and tears of bygone years, ‘‘the light 
of other days.” | 


My pulses seem to quicken now, my heart is bounding 
heht, 

Some forty well remembered years are guests with me 
to-night ; HER 

ll stir the embers in the grate, [’ll bar the outer door, 

And through the microscopic mind Ill view the mo- 
ments o’er. 


The streams of grief and care that cut these channels 
in my brow, 
The toils that warp my body so are all unheeded now; 















252 A REMINISCENCE OF THE PAST. . 


Once more I'll seek the vale of youth, and in he 
tranquil bowers, © a 
I'll gather up the wasted joys of <hilaheod happy a 


hours ; 4 


I'll call my playmates round me here, though distant 
they have strayed, “4 
I hear their merry echoes yet, though long since we " 
have played; | . 
My fondest recollections cluster round those ae of “| 
yore, is 4 
Companions of my joyous youth, I greet you all once 
| more! iy yg 
Come from the quiet shades of life, come from the . 
busy mart, “« 
My fire burns bright, but brighter mt love’s amber a 
in my heart; a 
Away with stiff yeni hes away with idle pomp, - 
We'll join in childish sports once more, we’ll laugh, and 


shout, and romp. 


ee my Ae eae locks are thin, and sprinkled 
o’er with gray, 
I'll be a merry child once more, and join in childis 
play. ; ‘4 
I’ve called, and, getting no response, I’m wearied with 4 
delay, : | 
I’ve bid you welcome with my heart, why do you a a 
away? } | 


—_ 


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A REMINISCENCE OF THE PAST. 253 


Fool that I am! how could I be so knowingly absurd? 

To think you would respond to what your ears have 
never heard! 

No human voice can compass an eternity so vast, 

No human hand can tether time, or resurrect the 
past! | 


With bitter thoughts, we oft declare life’s sweetest 
moments fled, 

We can not call one moment back, we can not wake 
the dead! 

Through human weakness, while we tread time’s ronan 
uncertain shore, 

We vainly look behind for those we know have gone 
before. 


Alive, or dead, my playmates all, are scattered o’er the 
earth, 
While I in moody silence sit beside my cheerful hearth; 


One single witness still remains, who knows my early 


life, 
The youthful maid I wooed and won, and cherish as 
my wife. 


She, too, has gone, and in her place a matron staid and 
sage, 

With threads of silver in her hair, and visage blanched 
with age; 















So, time has foiled my vain denees ‘and a dine all my 
ERS 


fe me with cares. 


Kind spirit of the ‘‘glass and scythe,” our friend, and . 
not our foe, | aa 
You follow, as the husbandman, to harvest what we ont : : 
That, when age brings dearth of pleasures, and cum- : 
bering care annoys, ie 3 
From time’s o’erflowing granaries we'll feast on gar- 
ner’d joys. a 


As we have sown, s0 let us reap, our mingled wheat __ 
and tares, | a 
Nor mourn that time has stored for us, alike our joys - : 
and cares; eal 
We can not change one law of God, of this our Maker 
warns ; 
‘From thistles can we hope for figs? or Bae grapes 
from Bela ¢ | 


Time can not rob us of our joys, nor add one single care, 
God, the good husbandman, to us, has meeted each his 
share : \ 
To know a time may store for us, is still beyend a 
our powers, 
The past and present we possess, the future shall be 
ours. 






~ overcast, 
turn from present troubles and be happy in the 


DID YOU EVER? — 















Dip you ever, from the mountain tops, with soul aglow 
with hope, 
Behold the morning sunlight streaming down the 
eastern slope? : ; 
Did you ever think the morning air was rather cold | 
and chill? es re 
Did you ever think the mid-day would be warmer, 


brighter still? 


~ When the sun had reached its zenith, and the earth 
was warm and bright, +4 
Did you ever long for evening and the cooling shadeam 
of night? 


Did you ever watch in sadness for the night to pass 


4 
away? | oa 
Did you ever strain your vision for the coming light an 
of day? | Bs 


* a) 
a. 


Did you ever walk in shadows when the morning nun 
was high, a 
With not one cloud, or earthly thing, between you and 


the sky? 


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‘DID YOU EVER? 257 


The golden orb above your head had never ceased to roll, 
But you walked in your own shadow, ’twas the shadow 
of the soul. 


Did you ever, in your childhood, have a peaceful 
| happy home? | 

Did you ever, ina wild mood, have a strong desire to 

: roam? 

Did you leave your boon companions for the fields of 
human strife, | 

A soldier in the ranks that storm the frowning hills of 
life ? | 

Before you, on the mountain brow, air-castles stood in 
view, 

Yon thought had been, by unseen hands, erected there 
for you; 

You thought to summon all your force, one hasty 
march to make, 

Those battlements, with all their strength, you would 
surprise and take. 


Alas! how many soldiers brave, have heard those bugle 
calls, 

Have stormed the heights, and met their fate before 
those castle walls! 

Campaigns have closed, and ages rolled, unnumbered 
suns have set, 

Those castle walls, those battlements, were never taken 
yet! 
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258 | — (DID YOU EVER? — 


i‘ darkness in the valley he may wander to and fro, = 
‘But can never reach the summit of ambition Baie below, a 


Since fallen man was driven from that ‘Ede ei 


blest, x ies 








Though he walks the earth cueounder er an atmos: a 4 
phere of light, a 

His guilty conscience makes him feel that all around 
is night; | . ks 

The sombre shadows of that night shall never pass | 
away, 

Until his spirit greets the light of everlasting day. 


mys 


fee Pr LOUGHHOLDERS RIDE IN THE 
BONDHOLDER’S WAKE. 


[Read at a Grange Picnic at Perch Lake, Oct. 2, 1877.] 


Oxp farmers, and young, who have met here to-day, 
I advise you to ponder on what I shall say; 
I will read you a fable your minds to amuse, 
You may study the moral whenever you choose. 


In the town of “ Old Shoddy”’ a bondholder died; 

For interment his friends to a farmer applied; 

They requested the farmer to furnish the land, 

And to scoop out the grave with his own brawny 
hand. - | 


And they wanted this ploughman to furnish the purse, 
That should pay for the coffin, and pay for the hearse; 
They desired him still further provisions to make, 
For pall-bearers, and mourners, to ride in his wake. 


This same farmer was one who had seen better days, 
But had met with misfortunes in various ways; 
When his country, by traitors, was basely betrayed, 
His sons were the first ones to offer her aid. 





He had seen them ve for the internal atrifeh re 
With hearts beating high, in the morning of life; 

But long e’er that internal contest was o’er, . 

The low muffled drum had been heard at his door. 


They had suffered in bivouac, in charge, and: in. rout, 
Until Death, the iat abe had mustered them out; 


ed 


In their juvenile moients than bode were tag 


Though the fener felt sorely this chastannie rod, 
Yet he bowed, as it were, in submission to. God; | 
Though the cup of his sorrow seemed now running 0 elas 
It appears he was destined to suffer still more. . 






For, while his poor country lay bleeding and torn, 
While her load seemed too grievous and hard to be a 
a eehigatey 2 - 
She had said to the rich, who had staid from the fight, 
Who were holding the mouths of their money-bags tight, 


If you'll lend me your treasures, ‘expense to defray, 

In the future you shall have no taxes to. pay; 

The brave ploughman has fought, the brave plough- 
man has bled, 

And, while countless brave. Stouglasae now sleep with © 
the dead, © 


Yet the few who remain shell. still labor and sweat, 
To Be up your interest, and pay off your debt; 


PLOUGHHOLDERS RIDE IN BONDHOLDER’S WAKE. 261 


For his courage in battle, for hardships untold, 
I will pay him in paper, but pay you in gold. 


You can live at your ease, can go here or go there, 
Over roads he must build, and must keep in repair, 
While the ploughman in peace, the true hero in war, 
Shall be chained:by his neck to the wheels of your car. 


Twas a crime born of sorrow in moments of grief, 
From which the poor ploughman could find no relief ; 
Still, he knew, by the country he loved and obeyed, 
He had been with the basest ingratitude paid. 


While he suffered oppression, from unequal laws, 
And knew the bondholder to be the sole cause, - 
It might well be expected the case would create 
In his bosom the bitterest feelings of hate. 


In this view of the facts, it seemed very absurd, 

They should call on the ploughman to see him in- 
terred; 

But, the hand of the ploughman has never been staid, 

When the friend, or the foe, has applied for his aid. 


Though he made no expression of joy, or surprise, 

When he heard of the bondholder’s sudden demise, 

He might really breathe one deep sigh of relief. 

Where life caused him no.joy, death could cause him 
no grief. 













make, 
And prepared for a als in the pondiioldenm wake; 
He had sent for the hearse, and he went for the aceon 
With whom he repaired to the house of deceased. 
They arrive in due season, the people await, 
And the once proud bondholder is lying in State; . 
At the house of sham mourning they usher them in, ‘- 
And the obsequies final and formal begin. 4 


THE OBSEQUIES. 


The preacher stretches forth his hand strict plan) to 


restore, 
And then he takes the sacred Book, and turns the 
pages o’er; : 


He sharply scans each line and verse, he vainly hopes — 
to find, | 
Some balm to heal the wounded heart, and soothe the ~ 
troubled sate | 


And still he turns the sacred Book, on every page of uy 
which 
He finds much comfort for the poor, but nothing for the 
rich; | , 
‘‘A camel through a needle’s eye can easier be driven, 
Than can a rich man enter in the broad domains of 
heaven.” 


‘PLOUGHHOLDERS RIDE IN BONDHOLDER’S WAKE. 263 


He reads, then tells how God desires we all should 
pass our lives, 

And then he reads the parable of Lazarus and Dives; 

There is no other passage within the preacher’s scope, 

That could offer less of comfort, or could give so little 
hope. | | 


Although he gave no solace, loud and fervently he 
prayed 

For God who is the mourners’ friend, to give the 
mourners aid. 7 

They sang: ‘‘ Believing we rejoice”—then paused, as 
if reproved, 

The ploughman finished out the line—‘‘to see the 
curse removed.” 


The mountain echoes caught the strain, as if they too 
approved, : 

And shouted back in loud refrain, ‘‘to see the curse 
removed.” | 

He was removed, they bore his body from the house 
away, 

And what a motley cortege followed in his wake that 
day. 


There were rogues arrayed in satin, there was Honor 
plainly clad, 

There were others dressed in mourning, looking pen- 
sive but not sad; 


The j ploughman aa ‘some others rode with visNaed 


The ploughman staid to fill the grave, and raise a a 















tere, 


They eh not feel to mourn. for one > who, never she fac’ 


a tear. 


They laid him in his narrow house, then oe left. 
the ground, _ 


little mound ; 
And while he piled the cold, damp Pe yait above that 
narrow tomb, | | 
The relatives were ‘‘going” for the pile he left at barre 


It is no loss, and few will mourn when avarice ex 
pires, Aas 
It lightens up our burdens, as it shortens their denne 
For the man who never labors to earn his daily i 
bread, | a 
Is a clog to human progress, and less trouble when. he’s” 
dead. 


Brave ploughmen, do not murmur when your road _ 
seems steep and rough, — 7 i 
Your hearts are brave—your limbs are strong, your 
hands are brown and tough; ee 4 
There’s honor in each manly breast, and sunlight in : 
each eye, | | | oe 
Your destiny is in the hands of One who rules on — 
high. a 


PLOUGHHOLDERS RIDE IN BONDHOLDER’S WAKE. 265 


Be not dismayed when poison shafts of Calumny as- 
sail, 

Against your strong position, they never can prevail; 

Don’t count it a misfortune when your burdens bear 
you down, 

For, if you do not bear the cross, you can not wear the 
crown. 


The rich may keep their gilded halls, and hoard their 
bloated wealth, 

You have your own pure mountain air, your honor 
-and your health ; 

And God, in his munificence to all, has freely given, 

Fach one may have his share of Green, and all the 
Blue of heaven. 


The earth may yield you heaps of wealth, from mines 
of richest ore, 

May shower her bounties round you, but she can not 
give you more; , 

Nor can the boasted wealth of kings possess the power 
to save | 

Them from one common level, when they gather in the 
grave. | 


And when you pass death’s silent stream, and reach 
the shining shore, 

Your aches and pains, your weary limbs, shall trouble 
you no more; 








py 


fe PLOUCHOLDERS 






when se die, 
And with unwearied feet may walk the 
on high. | 


HOME IN THE HEART. 


To-pay I left my mountain home to seek the busy 
mart, 

And, yet, I keep that mountain home still sacred in my 
heart ; 

To-night I walk the steamer’s deck, or sit me down to 
muse, 

My thoughts all dressed in sombre garb, and colored 
with the “Blues.” 

I think upon the loving ones that I have left behind, 

Who, although absent in the flesh, are present in the 
mind ; 

And while I seek the gay saloon where all is life, and 
mirth, | 

I know my absence will be felt at home around the 
hearth. 

Home is the axis of the soul, no matter where we roam, 

And be our orbit great or small, the central point is 
home; 

The heart might better never beat than never beat for 
home. | 




















268 HOME IN THE HEART aa es '- 
Our moving palace. of the stream may hasten. on “hed a 
way, “= A a 
May land us at the city’s pier before the Tate of day; ” 
And I shall haste to join the throng that press the 
crowded street, a 
And follow duty all day long with aching heart and 
feet. s 
Unheeded shall the’ moments pass until the a shall 


close, 


a3 


‘And night shall bring to me, at last, a season of repose; 
And when the shades of night obscure the city’s spire, 

and dome, 
My aching heart will yearn for loved and loving ones 


ipa a 


at home. | a 
Home is the axis of the soul, no matter where we roam, i 4 : 


And be our orbit great or small, the central point is. 


home; ee 7 


The heart might better never beat than never beat for P. 


<4 ae 


home. a 


Ho! sailors on life’s stormy sea, who ship before the 
mast, i a 
Home is the port from whence you clear, and, home- ! 


a 
a 


ward bound, at last, 
With filling sail before the gale you a the ocean 


foam, * 


a S 


When ships you speak, the news at seek is latest news 
from home. - 


HOME IN THE HEART. 269 


_ And when, life’s stormy voyage o’er, we anchor in the 
bay, : 

Our bodies find a home, and habitation, in the clay. 

For home, through life, we toil and strive, till called 
upon to die, | 

And when we pass the straits of death, we seek a home 
on high. 

Home is the axis of the soul, no matter where we roam, 

And be our orbit great or small, the central point is 

home; 

The heart might better never beat than never beat for 

home. 








LINES 














To JoHN F. VAN WAGENEN, Esq. (of New York), on the death of a jevctadl , 
and affectionate Wife. a 


Trme-HONORED hero of the field where Christian banners - 
wave, K 
A faithful soldier, from “your side, is mustered in the 4 
grave; : 4 
Her valiant soul is standing guard on Zion’s distant x 
height; 
An angel band stands guard above her sleeping dust 


to-night. 


The clarions of earthly strife shall greet her ears no | 
more; | P. \ 

With her, the march and countermarch of life’s cam- 4 
paign is o’er; 

For her the muffled drum is beat, and words of comfort 
said, 
But words of human sympathy can never reach the 
dead. ia 


LINES. 271 


There is one sympathetic power, one penetrating voice, 

Can pierce the portals of the tomb, and make the dead 
rejoice; 

And to that sympathetic power the living, too, should 
learn 

In hours of deep affliction for true sympathy to turn. 


Yes! there is one true Physician to whom we can 
_ appeal, | 

Who knows our human maladies, and hath the power 
to heal. 

Tis only when we dare to doubt his sovereign power 
to save, 

That we, like Peter, sink beneath affliction’s troubled 
wave. 


Though some may boast of faith, and strength, may 
boundless courage claim, 

Yet, human nature proves to be forever just the same; 

For, when the dauntless powers of death, against our 
ranks prevail, 

Dismayed, disheartened, overcome, the strongest seem 
to quail. | 


You stand beside the open grave lamenting for the 
dead, 

With your afflictions bearing down like mountains on 
your head ; 


ae Pit a, MG hr ee 





ae) 


You: jcgow éhat' peaking) casket holds your dea “es 

















on earth, i : 
There’s desolation in your heart, and all around ne 
hearth. ak 


To you, ees that grave appears, how heavy: fa 
the clay, 
But heavier your sinking: heart: veeer Réroast to tu : 


away. 

How. difficult, the journey home, how wearisome: the 
tread, ror 

Kach; step another, link between. the: ieee and £ 
dead. 


Oh! who can feel that weight of woe, the bean of 
life, | 
But. those who have, and love, and lose a dear, cons 
fiding wife. 
Around the sorrow-stricken, soul the waters of the pasty 
Like. Red-sea. waves, with angry roll, will gather thi 
and fast. 


For, while you view the happy ok. and feel your ES 
present loss, a 
You add new weight to your already agonizing cross; 
The ebbing waves of time roll back from God’s etern 
Seen 


before. 


‘LINES. 273 
‘Youth’s warm embrace, and fervent kiss, that universal 
greet, 3 
That tropic plant of instant goth when trusting 
lovers meet ; ; 
That love that ids the path of life, and brightens at 
. its close, 
Like gall and wormwood, at the cross, intensifies our 
WOES. | 


The stronger be the ties that bind the loving, heart to 

heart, 7 

The deeper sorrow will be felt when called upon to part; 

The unison of loving hearts is all there is of life! | 

Earth knows no stronger unity than that of man and 
wife! | 


As frosts that tinge the forest leaves with autumn’s 
golden hue, : 

And render nature’s garbage still more ‘aleve to the 
view; 

So, sorrows are in kindness sent, by Him who rules 
the skies, 

To gild our never-dying souls with heaven’s gorgeous 


dyes! 

Our sorrow-stricken, earth-bound souls, that struggle 
in the clod, 

When furthest from the things of earth, are nearest 
unto God; 


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And always ipsa hen in ae and sackele h w 















sit down, | 
For those who meekly bear sh cross Aaa surely we oa 
the crown. | 


otf stationed on life’s battle-field, where dangers threat 
en most, a. 
~ Rejoice that God assigns to you that all-important posts 
When striving hand to hand with death, let all, who 
can, be brave, oa 
‘And. always ese in view the cross of Him, who died 4 
to save. a 


That, when life’s last campaign is o’er, our armies 
may disband, 
And join the heavenly forces where a Saviour holds 
command; | | 
Where we'll march to stirring music, with accoutre- 
ments complete, F 
_ The soldiers of a legion that shall never “Ixnow defeat. 


LINES 


To the bereaved family of the late RrcHARD E. VAN WAGENEN, (who died 
suddenly in New York, May 5, 1871), the following lines are respectfully in- 
scribed by the author. 


It is sweet-in the hours of affliction and _ loss, 

When bowed down and depressed by the weight of the 
Cross; 

To possess that bright treasure, an unshaken trust 

In the infinite wisdom and powers of the just. 


Though the turbulent waters of sorrow may roll 
Their dark billows of anguish o’er body and soul, 
By the anchor of hope shall the spirit find rest, 
Still believing that God doeth all for the best. 


Yet bright hopes will darken with saddest reflections 
Of the sundering ties of our filial affections, 

The strong arm of death shall our kindred hearts sever, 
And those who have loved shall be parted forever. 


And if parted forever there’s cause for the tear, 
That shall moisten the eye that 1s bent o’er the bier. 


! 276 













Dee indeed is the hour in which mortals halle grope | a 
Through the chambers of death without one ray of 
FO 


"Tis the heavenly hope of reunion on high, | 
Soothes the heart’s wildest pang, drives the tears from Y 
the eye. i 
Our firm faith in that’ God who is able to save, 
Strips the terror from death, lifts seo from the 
grave. | 


Howe’er strong be our faith in a final salvation, » 

Still great is our grief at the sad separation; . 
Though we feel to acknowledge the justice of God, 
Still the heart seems to sink ‘neath his chastening rod. 


‘Tis “wine mingled with myrrh” for the mind to 
contrast 

The disconsolate present ih joys of the past; 

And then as the gall and the wormwood of sorrow, 

Consider the heart’s. desolation to-morrow. i 


Unannounced, uninvited, death enters your door, a 
‘Blighting all your fond hopes, giving cause to deplore ; i 
You behold the inanimate body of clay, a 
And fae: last earthly solace seems taken Bile a 


The parents, grief-stricken and cumbered with years, 
At the death-bed seem heart-wrecked and ‘sinking in 
tears; c 


LINES. 2771 


Their sad hearts seem rebellious, when called to, re-. 
sign . 


Their main comfort and prop for their years of decline. 


A kind sister laments for the brother that’s dead, 
With fond memory reverts to the years that have fled, 
To the innocent pleasures and pastimes of yore, 
Which are still dimly seen on time’s love-lighted shore. 


The consort shall mourn for the husband departed, . 
With grief such as wrings the disconsolate hearted ; 
Still hoping that God will the spirit deliver 

From perils in transit of death’s gloomy river. 


Lament not that he sleeps in his green curtained bed, 
For the God of the living is God of the dead; 

The Creator who fashioned our bodies of clay 

Hath the power to give life and to take it away. 


So abundant in goodness, so willing to save, 

That His love-lighted presence is felt in the grave, 
And the eyes of the dead never witness the gloom 
Which the living by nature ascribe to the tomb. 


Let the dew-drops of grief be dispelled from the eye, 
‘Tis the mandate of heaven that all men should die. 
You have in your grief this consoling reflection, 
Dark death is the prelude to bright resurrection. 





% a LEANN a) OU ca oo i es 







And the promise of bligs in that world writhOWe end? | 
Or should mortals who linger desire to reclaim 
The glad soul which has gone to partake of the same ey 


eit ze; 
Are all short of duration, are lowly of birth, 
While the multiform troubles with which we are vexed | 
In this sorrowful world, are unknown in the next. 


In the fulness of joy, in the sunlight of gee : 
The glad spirit shall dwell in the gardens above, — 

And the heart’s sore afflictions which mortal must feel ; 
Are unfelt and unknown in ‘‘the land of the leal.” 


Ciarx’s Factory, Del. Co., NV. Y.,. Sune 14, 1871. 


fae VANITY ‘OF EARTHLY GLORY. 


Wuen we look back over the flight of five thou- 
sand eight hundred and seventy-one years, when the 
Spirit of God first moved upon the face of the waters, 
and behold the small island of Time just emerging from 
the bosom of the broad ocean of Eternity; when we 
see collective man, just from the hands of his Maker, 
stamping the first human foot-prints along its eastern 





shores—claiming the whole inheritance as his own— 
boasting of the wealth and magnitude of his posses- 
sions; with only time to take a brief survey of his 
terrestrial birthright previous to his embarkation from 
the port of Death, on its western border; when we 
behold inglorious finite man continually striving after 
the imperishable glories of Infinity; when we behold 
them forever aspiring to the gilded summit of human 
glory; when we see them successively falling from 
those giddy heights into the yawning gulf of oblivion ; 
when we see the stately monuments erected to their 
memory, intended as the perpetual records of human 


280 _ THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. | 


greatness; when we know that in a few centuries at oy 
the greatest these same perishable monuments will be a 
mingled with the very dust they are intended to com-— ‘a 
memorate; when we realize that these narrow shores _ 
of Time are soon to be submerged in the boundless a 
waters of Eternity ; when we realize that these count- 4 
less shining centuries of time are but as a meteor flash 
to the all-seeing eyes of the great Eternal, our minds — 
are deeply impressed with the folly of human ambition, © 
the vanity of earthly glory. When we. look over 
earth’s time-worn scroll of fame ; when we survey the ae 
blurred and blotted names thereon inscribed ; when we _ 4 
fully comprehend the severity of their many earthly. | 
labors, and know their final earthly reward, we are 
impressed with the firm conviction that the menial | aN 
aspirant after earthly glory, constantly striving after , 
the laurel-wreath of fame, is finally and amply re- | 
warded with a crown of thorns, a death-bed of anguish, 
a final resting-place in the haunted halls of oblivion ! 
And yet this insatiable longing after the bursting. 
bubbles of human glory would seem to be the crown- 
ing attribute of fleeting, frail humanity. We see those - 
same human attributes visibly displayed by our grand . 
primogenitors in the beautiful garden of Eden, when  — a 
they aspired to become as gods, knowing good and | * 
evil; that they gained the very summit of their aspl- 





rations, and tasted the bitter fruits of their labor, all — os 


<< 


succeeding generations have bitter cause to lament. 


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LHE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 281. 


And while these new and elevating acquirements were 
attended with no real earthly blessings, they were 
succeeded by every earthly degradation, sorrow, infamy 
and woe. : 

Where now are the crystal fountains, the shady 
arbors, the sequestered retreats, the flowery lawns and: 
sunny pleasure grounds of those ancient, once hallowed, 
but long lost precincts of. Paradise, where our grand 
progenitors, in all their primeval felicity, once basked: 
in the genial sunshine of God’s favor ? 
~ In what direction shall we look for the undiscovered 
ruins of their ancient earthly tabernacles, the quiet 
shades of their final earthly repose, the towering mon- 
umental records of their ancient earthly celebrity? In 
what volume of antediluvian records shall we search 
for the blazoned legends of antediluvian glory? On 
what pages shall we find inscribed the names of their 
sages, their heroes and their conquerors? Where now 
are the maps of their victories? the monumental re- 
mains of their once proud cities? Swallowed up by 
the all-devouring elements, or buried deeply and for- 
ever beneath the melting hills of time! 

Where now is that once famous ark of safety, char- 
tered by the Most High God for the preservation of his» 
favored children, riding forth in majesty upon the 
mighty waters of the deluge? While, with the eyes. 
of imagination, we may behold her freighted and 
Jaunched on that gloomy voyage, with no pilot but 


282 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. % ag 


the Pilot above, no chart but the chart of Heaven, and y 
no friendly beacons save the beacon lights on high. — . 

While with straining mental visions we behold her 
adrift on those boundless waters, and listen to the story 
of her successful entrance into that mountain harbor of 
safety, we look in vain for the lasting mementoes of 
her ancient earthly glory. Her name was long since 
stricken from the Marine list by the world’s Fligh Ad- - 
miral!. Her creaking, worm-eaten timbers have gone 
down beneath a still mightier deluge, and not a single 
decaying fragment shall ever be seen floating upon the 
turbulent surface waters that lave the wasting shores 
of Time! Bie 

Where now, on the plains of Shinar, may we hope 
to discover the remains of ancient Babel, the summit of 
whose tower it was intended should aspire to heaven? 

Where now is the mighty Babylon, that queen city: 
of antiquity; surrounded by her colossal walls, eighty- 
seven feet in thickness, three hundred and fifty feet in 
height, and sixty miles in circumference, surmounted 
by three hundred and twenty-eight towers; with her 
hundred gates of solid brass, her magnificent squares, 
her stately edifices, and her celebrated hanging gar- 
dens? She stood the wonder and admiration of the 
ancient world; she fell as falls the mighty. Zime and 
the elements, with their effacing fingers, have obliter- 
ated every vestige of her former greatness; have bur- 
ied the last lingering traces of her ancient earthly glory. 





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THE WANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 283 


Where now is the once proud Nineveh? where is 


Pabnyra? where is Thebes and Memphis? where is 


Jericho and Buaalbec, and Troy and Carthage? As 
their names are successively shouted back over the 
distant shores of time, the hollow echo of the 
decaying and deserted mausoleum is their only 
answer. 

Where and when may we hope to discover the 
magnificent ruins of Sodom and Gomorrah? when the 
receding waters of the Dead Sea give back the wast- 


‘ing treasures of her bosom! 


From the time-worn records of classic antiquity we 
learn of the magnitude and grandeur of once proud 
Rome ; but the modern pilgrimage to that Mecca of 
buried splendor discloses but few traces of ome’s 
primeval earthly glory. The Goth and Vandal hordes 
of Time have robbed her virgin bloom, and the accu-. 
mulative soil of over twenty centuries lies cold above 
her finest works of Art. 

The lordly Roman treads no more her stately streets 
with helm and shield: his vacant sepulchre hes buried 
‘neath her crumbling colonnades! But where is Home, 
proud city of the seven hills, once mistress of the 
world? Where are her massive walls, impregnable to. 
every foe but one? Where are her palaces, her courts,. 
her temples, her altars, and her deities? Where are 
her warriors, her statesmen, her sages and her orators? 


_Indiseriminately buried with the crumbling walls of 


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Rome, and deeply covered with the dust of fadin 
Roman glory? 
We may still discover her diaper forum but. hee ie 
voice of eloquence is hushed forever. Although we : 
still may find the vacant halls, where once the song _ 
and shout of revelry were heard, the silent chambers F a 
in the halls of death are not more drear than - 
they. a 
We may still view the eta remains of her fan 
Amphitheatre, but the famished lion no longer roars — 
over the bleeding body of the dying Christian ; the ¢a 
-sands of the arena are no longer crimsoned with the a 
expiring gladiator’s gore. No shouting populace now 
shakes the edifice with their applause: their idle tongues __ 
have long been sealed in death. | ar 
Rome’s greatest glory was herself’ But what wis a 
Rome? and where 7s Rome? Rome was the very 7 4 
heart and seat of life for all the earth, and through 
her mighty arteries her power was spread o’er land . 
cand sea. 
But whence was Roman glory? a 
Rome gloried in her maritime exploits; she glo- a 
ried in the wisdom of her sages, the prowess of her @ 
warriors; she gloried in the magnificence of her tem- a % 
iples, the purity of her altars, the highness of her dei- ;, , 
ties, and the holiness of her pagan religion. Rome, 
iin her winding-sheet of fading glory, in her last. bed 
amongst her seven hills, now ‘‘sleeps the sleep that 4 


‘THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 285 
knows no waking ;” she has fought her last battle, 
and gained her last victory, but enjoys not the honor 
of a triumph. | 
And where is Athens ? 

In the meridian of her literary renown Athens was 
the glory of the whole civilized world, the very salt 
of the earth. No city or people, ancient or modern, 
has ever surpassed her in point of originality and the 
brilliancy of her literary acquirements. | : 
In the spotless robes of purity, unsullied by her con- 
nections with the baser world without, she aspired to 
the gilded summits of immortal glory. By the bright 
pure waters of her Helicon her ancient muses quenched 
their thirst and plumed their wings for higher flights in 
more exalted spheres, while from her Juno breasts her 
favored children drew life-giving draughts of literary 
inspiration. 

Athens at once became the nurse of poets, of sculp- 
tors, of metaphysicians, of sages, of lawgivers, of ora- 
tors, and of heroes, and all succeeding ages have 
bowed to the transcendency of their genius. 

But time rolls on. Her rich fountains of literature, 
whose clear waters were sought after by the numerous 
savans of antiquity, are dried forever; her withered 
paps no longer give suck to the famishing children of 
her bosom. The fame of her philosophy has slept for 
ages with the unremembered dust of the alchemist; the 
watchfires of her military renown are entirely extin- 


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286 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. = 


guished, or burn but feebly above the ashes of her 
long-lost heroes. an 

Like the inimitable Demosthenes, the inn of lee 4 
oratory is lost forever. The poetic genius of her ‘Hee 4 
meric ages, like the great author of the Lhads, has a | 
soared to fairer realms in more congenial climes. We : q 
still may behold the remaining evidences of her supe- _ 
riority in statuary, but her genius of conception has ; 
long since slumbered with the dust of departed ages. 

The once beautiful temple of Minerva lies crumbling _ 
at the base of the Acropolis; the just laws of a Solon — q 
are no longer expounded from the summit of Mar’s a 
Hit; the brightest oracles of Athenian wisdom have 
Jong since perished in exile; the waning star of Athe- 
nian glory has gone down in darkness behind the a 
frowning brows of God’s eternal hills / | : 
~ There is, perhaps, no other city on the face of the 
whole earth that awakens so many and such vivid gy 
recollections in the mind of the modern tourist as aa 
the ancient city of Jerusalem. Yet were it not for 
her many hallowed associations, successfully commem- 
orated by the sacred historian, how little should we 
know of Hee former coat little mpl we 


b ie a ap 


strolling amongst the crumbling ruins of that conte 


ae 


ble and eternal city. 
Where now are the impregnable ramparts that once _ 
surrounded the magnificent city of King David; where 


THE. VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 287 


are her stately edifices, her splendid courts and royal 
palaces. Where now is the magnificent temple erected 
by King Solomon, which stood unrivalled in the grand- 
eur of its design, and the richness of its workmanship, 
dazzling the whole earth with its unequalled splendor. 

That proud city of David and Solomon, together 
with all her magnificence and splendor, six hundred 
years before the birth of Christ, was, by the Chal- 
deans, entirely destroyed; her very walls were razed 
to their foundation, thus removing every vestige of 
her former earthly glory. | 7 

Phoenix-like, she sprung again from her ashes; a 
new city was erected over the ruins of’the old. Again 
she grew in grandeur and magnificence till every court 
and temple, every street and dwelling, together with — 
her Eden-like suburbs were sanctified by the divinest 


associations of earth. 


Again, seventy-two years after Christ, Jerusalem 
was besieged and taken by the Romans; the city and 
her temples were again reduced to unseemly heaps 
of shapeless ruins. The city was afterwards partially 
rebuilt by the Romans, but mostly on a different site, 
and it is the remains of the latter city which the modern 
tourist beholds in the crumbling ruins of the present. 

All that was earthly of ancient Jerusalem, whatever 
of glory she had acquired from the hands of men, has 
long since passed away to return no more forever. 

It is chiefly on account of her many divine associa- 


288 THE: VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 


tions that nee weary pilgrim of the present day bows ‘ 
SO reverently at the shrine of her long-lost glory. 
And here, too, he may discover still greater evi- zt 


dences of the natural decline of all things, whether 


terrestrial or human. He may visit the sepulchres 


of her ancient prophets, but her voice of prophecy is 
hushed forever. He may wander among the crum- — 


‘bling ruins of her temple, but her altar fires have al 


gone out in darkness; the bright clouds of her in- 
cense no longer ascend to heaven. | 
He may linger at the lowly tomb of a Lazarus, but 
a glorified Redeemer no longer stands at its open por- 
tals calling its lowly inhabitant from death unto life. 
It matters not whether we direct our steps to the 


hallowed regions round about Jerusalem, or stand 


amidst the crumbling ruins of the eternal city. Wheth- 


er we beheld the living witnesses of her former grand- 
eur, or stand at the wasting sepulchre of her faded 


glory, our minds are equally inspired with awe! What . 


classic memories cluster round those gray old walls! 
And yet,the glory of Jerusalem dwells only with the 
past! 


The Saviour of sinners no longer stands bound in ~ 


the palace of the high priest. The angry voices of 


his accusers are no longer heard in the judgment halls 7 
of Pilate. The butcherly edict of King Herod is no ? 
longer executed in Bethlehem of Judea. The impious 


hand of a Herod no longer sways the bloody sceptre over 3 : 





“THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. — 989 


Israel. The bleeding body of a Saviour is no longer 
stretched upon the bloody cross of Golgotha. The 
holy sepulchre has surrendered the sanctified body of 
a glorified Redeemer. His time-hallowed foot-prints 
have long since faded from the Mount of Olives. His 
lowly disciples no longer behold him walking upon the 
‘troubled waters of the sea of Galilee. The living wit- 
nesses of+his many and wonderful miracles have long 
slept in the dark valley of shadows, and the divine 
remembrances of their former associations are the only 
monuments of their former glory that now remain. 
History may be faithful in declaring to us of the 
glories of the past, but she can only perform these 
last solemn rites above the sleeping dust of departed 
glory! | 
Alas! how vain is all our striving after tmmortality; 
our longing after the vanities of earthly glory. . 
How poor is the reward; how fading is the wreath 
that decks the brow of earth’s most haughty victor! 
We may read of the once mighty Cesar extending 
the terror of his eagles till nearly the whole eastern 
world was darkened by the shadows of their pinions. 
‘We may read of his glorious return and magnificent 
reception by the proud mistress of his devotion. We 
may also read of his finally receiving the assassin’s dag- 
‘ger reeking with his own heart’s blood, as the gener- 
ous gift of his fellow-countrymen, as a fitting reward 
for his many patriotic military achievements; but we 


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290 _ THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 


look in vain for a single lasting eat memento of a 


Rome’s most favored hero. 


_, In what decaying sepulehre may we hope to discover a 


the corruptible body of a Cesar? Where now are the 


royal robes of purple that once adorned his person? 


Where are the civic and military laurels that once clus- ao 4 


tered round the brow of that illustrious and heroic Ro- 


man? Where are the trophies of his victories? the 


hoarded wealth of his plundered provinces? a 

Deeply buried in the dark tomb of oblivion, ee: 4 
the hope of an earthly resurrection ! a 

We no longer behold the world renowned Alexander 
(conqueror of nearly the whole earth), weeping because 
‘there are no more worlds to conquer—long since van- 
quished on life’s final battle-field by the world’s grand — J 
adversary, compelled to surrender his insignia of com- . 
mand, and march an unwilling captive to the dark 
valley of death. The strong right arm of his power 
thas been broken. The bright chaplets of his glory 
have long been faded. The fame of his conquests, 
like the mortal body of the conqueror, lives not with 
ithe present ! | . 

It is yet only three-quarters of a century since the 
great Napoleon first donned the military ermine of 
command, and grasping the imperial sceptre of France, 


‘strode forth to universal conquest and immortal glory! 


All continental Europe shook as with an earthquake 
ibeneath the tread of his victorious armies! Empires 








| THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 291 


jostled! Crowns tumbled! The whole world, pallid 
with fear, stood aghast at the number and magnitude 
of his victories! 

But this mighty conqueror had yet to contend with 
his most formidable adversary—his own ambition! The 
fatal day of Waterloo at last arrived, and he whose ava- 
rice empires could not satisfy, was compelled to accept 
of the island rock of St. Helena as his only dominion ! 

It was here that Death, the conqueror of all earthly 
conquerors, stilled forever the mighty turmoils of his 
bosom ! | 

The hero of Marengo, of Hohenlinden, of Ulm, of 
Austerlitz, and of Jena, is gone forever! 

And now at the end of half a century, as we look 
back over the dark and gory fields of his earthly strife, 
we behold not the light of his earthly glory! 

The blue Rhine may still roll onward to mingle 
with the waters of the ocean, the frozen peaks of the 
Alps may still remain as the towering monuments of 
natural grandeur, but the ‘‘man of destiny ” who once 
marshalled his warlike hosts on the banks of the one, or 
conducted the flower of French valor over the cloud- 
capped summits of the other, deserted by the Imperial 
Guard whose fidelity and prowess he once trusted, the 
hero of an hundred battles has withdrawn from the 
grand theatre of human action, the grim secretary of 
death has placed his name on the retired list with the 
heroes of antiquity; that name once inscribed in glow- 








292 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 
ing capitals is now nearly obliterated from. the ‘muster 


rolls of fame. 


Now unguarded he sleeps with the turf on his breast, 
And the wild dreams of glory disturb not his rest. 


How strangely i in contrast are the perishable alee ae 


of man to the imperishable and ever- glorious works of | 
infinity! The flowers of Eden may still bloom in all 
their original beauty, the desert air may be still fra- 
grant with their odors, but the man who once gloried 
in their celestial sweetness is gone forever. 

The cloud-capped heights of Mount Sinai are still 
pointed out to the modern traveller as the endurable 


monument of her own imperishable glory, but the He- a 


brew lawgiver who once walked her flaming summit in 
communion with his God, has long since returned to 
the bosom of divinity ! In an unremembered tomb in 
the deserted valley of Moab ‘his wasting ashes now 
mingle with the dust of his mother earth. 

We may wander by the historic and ever memora- 
ble waters of the Red Sea, but the official documents, 
the military records of the vain-glorious Pharaoh, must 
forever remain as the undiscovered secrets of her bosom. 

The deep-rolling Jordan may still empty her classic 
waters into the unruffled bosom of the Dead Sea, but 
‘the unlettered Hebrews, who still dwell in her sur- 
rounding regions, are no longer comforted by the 


teachings of the meek and lowly John; their ears have : 


long been deaf to the voice of one crying in the wilder- 








LHE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 293 


ness, and the holy doctrines of the inspired apostles are 
at the present day without a single advocate among the 
God-forsaken nations that inhabit the desert regions of 
Palestine. And the more numerous, but less anti- 
quated, nations of earth are gradually nearing that un- 
ceasing vortex of oblivion whose annual, swift-whirling 
circles, while increasing the already innumerable mort- 
uaries of time, are fast obliterating the tinsel glories of 
earth. | : 
- _ We may read ‘of the heroes, the sages and poten- 
tates of ancient Britain. In the sombre walls of West- 
minster Abbey their ashes have been garnered, but the 
glories of their many triumphant, earthly achievements 
have ascended like the mists of the morning, have 
drifted away into the boundless regions of eternity, 
where our mortal eyes shall behold them no more for- 
ever. ‘The brave Caledonian, with his breast still swell- 
ing with patriotic emotions, may conduct us over the 
once gory fields of Culloden, of Bannockburn, and Flod- 
den Field, but the soul-stirring slogan no longer sum- 
mons the brave clansmen to their gory bed; their wast- 
ing-ashes now mingle peacefully with the dust of the 
foe! He may point to the green Highlands as the 
birth-place of heroes, and, he may add, it has been 
their final resting-place as well. 

_. The inevitable hand of death strikes the green lau- 
rels from the brow of the fallen—those bright chap- 
lets, so dearly won, and so fondly worn, by the living 


294 THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. aie: 


are worse than useless to the dead—and mankind in 


general, pay but a poor and unwilling homage to the 
memory of fallen greatness. 


How often it is, that the dust of the brave 
Has been spurned by the feet of the veriest slave! — 


A man may study and understand the impulses of 
his own heart, but he ean not penetrate the designs of - 
the Almighty; neither can he at all times discover the 
actuating impulses of his fellow-mortal, which renders 
him incapable of correctly bestowing even that short- 
lived reward of human praise which is his to give. 

And thus it is that the more deserving of earth’s 
lowly children are frequently less highly rewarded than 
they who have lived the very terror and curse of man- 
kind. specially was this the case with the primitive 
founders of the true Christian religioun—and we refer 
to the lives of the martyred saints and the disciples 
of the meek and lowly Jesus for the. proof of the 
assertion. 

And what was the earthly reward of Him who went 
about healing the sick, raising the dead, feeding the 
hungry, and comforting the sorrowful—restoring sight 
to the blind, and hearing to the deaf? Rejected by 


the sinful world, whose very burdens he bore; spat — 4 


upon and buffeted by the unfeeling rabble! Crowned 
with thorns, and nailed to the bloody cross of Oalvary ! 
where his expiring agonies were mocked and jeered by 

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THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GLORY. 295 


But his was a heavenly calling, and his a heavenly 
glory! 

When we calmly survey the fleeting vanities of earth, 
and comprehend the poverty of an earthly reward, we 
are impressed with the firm conviction that there is no 
imperishable glory but the glory of God/ And ne 
permanent reward but the reward of heaven! 


HERE AND HEREAFTER. 


Fayre essay read for church benefit at M. E. Church at je Gibra, Jan. 
24th, 1879]. 


















-* Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to vay Pons 
PROVERBS xiv. 34. 

Tuts divine declaration, made by King Solomon. 
nearly three thousand years ago, is still drifting down 
the centuries, freighted with the same weight of mean-— a 
ing, and bearing the same magnitude of sentiment as <_ 
when first uttered by the great lawgiver and ruler i 
of Jerusalem, in the temple of the ever-living God. 
There was not in the days of King Solomon, nor has 
there been at any time since, proof wanting to sub- 
-stantiate the correctness and wisdom of the proverb: 
‘Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin isa reproach 
to any people.” 4g 
And, as of nations, so of individuals. It was right- 
eousness that exalted Abel in the sight of his Maker: 
it was the reproach of sin that rendered Cain a fugi- 
tive and a vagabond upon the face of the earth, It 
was righteousness that exalted Noah and his family, x 
and led to their preservation in the Ark: it was the 
reproach of sin that brought on the deluge, and the | 


HERE AND HEREAFTER. 297 


universal destruction that followed. It was righteous- 
ness that saved Lot and his family: it was the reproach 
of sin that proved the destruction of Sodom and Go- 
morrah, and also of Tyre and of.Sidon. It was right- 
eousness that exalted Jerusalem to the bright meridian 
of her glory: it was the subsequent reproachful sins 
of her rulers, and her people, that led to her total 
destruction, till there was not left one stone upon 
another. It was through righteousness that the Isra- 
elites were so many times the objects of divine’ favor, 
and were rescued from Egyptian bondage, and were 
guided by a pillar of cloud by day, and a pillar. of 
fire by night, and were finally conducted through the 
dividing waters of the Red Sea in safety to a land of 
promise. | It was the reproach of sin that called down 
the wrath of God upon the persecuting Ke gyptians ; 
that afflicted them with so many plagues, and finally 
overwhelined Pharaoh and his host in. the midst. of the 
returning waters. 

“There is not a chapter of history, either ancient or 
modern, but furnishes proof positive of the correctness 
of the proverb. : 

Look around you at the present day, in the broad 
sunlight of the nineteenth century, and you will find 
the more exalted nations of the earth abounding with 
churches, abounding with theological seminaries, with 
Christian associations, and other religious institutions of 
learning. But they suffer the reproach of sin also. So. 


998 HERE AND HEREAFTER, 


did the ancients! So has every nation and people that — a 


has inhabited the face of the whole earth, since the light 


of day first broke over the verdant shores of time. And g 


so must continue to suffer, more or less, till the volu- 


‘minous annals of nations shall be all blotted out, and at 


the last sun goes down on a sin-stricken earth! Hver 
since the visible foot-prints of the old Adversary were 
first traceable in the sands at the golden gates of the 
gardens of God, righteousness has had to strive sin- 
gle-handed against the combined powers .of darkness, 
for the supremacy and right of dominion over this: 
God-given heritage and temporal habitation of fallen 
man. 

And if we look back still further beyond the visible 
shores of time, to that boundless eternity of the past, 
we behold the devil and his angels, marshalled on the 
bright plains of heaven, engaged in a relentless warfare 
with Michael and his angels, and claiming coequal right. 
of sovereignty to the very throne of God. But right- 
eousness triumphed in heaven, as it, ultimately will — 
upon earth. | 

The old Adversary, though driven with rout and 
defeat from the confines of heaven, has succeeded in 


making a bold stand upon earth, where, ever wily in 


procuring new levies to recuperate his constantly deci- — 
mated ranks, he engages in an incessant warfare with : 
the children of men; and will so continue till the God 
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HERE AND HEREAFTER. 299 


assert his dominion over the whole boundless domains 
of his universe. 

Could you go to the gates of the once beautiful gar- 
dens of Paradise. The old Advocate, and defender, of 
sin has been there: the man has been driven out under 
the reproach of sin; in the garden where once grew 
fruit and flowers, under the baleful curse of man’s 
transgression, only thorns and thistles now flourish; at 
the gates, cherubim and a flaming sword guard the 
way to the Tree of Life. If you go to the altar where 
Abel is offering the firstlings of his flock, a sacrifice to 
the Lord, sin is there also, and has entered into the 
heart of Cain, and has induced him to rise up against 
his brother and slay him. If you seek the children 
of Israel on the banks of the Red Sea, sin has entered 
their hearts, and filled them with murmurings and dis- 
content. If you follow them through all their long 
journeyings in the wilderness, you will find that the 
spirit of all evil has constantly hovered around their 
camp, watching for every unguarded moment to take _ 
possession of their hearts, and you find the old Adver- 
sary in high transport at the foot of “Mount Sinai, that 
he has brought them under the reproach of sin by 
turning them away from the God of their deliverance, 
and inducing them to bow down. in idolatrous adora- 
tion and worship to the Golden Calf, as the only true 
God and deliverer of Israel. 

He has followed all the weary earthly wanderings of 


300 HERE AND HEREAFTER, 


a Saviour, everywhere defeated, yet, everywhere re- Z 
newing the contest with redoubled vigor, determined 


if possible to bring reproach and disgrace upon thea oa 
cause of God. He first seeks the infant Saviour while 


yet in his swaddlings, in his lowly crib in Bethlehem 
of Judea, where, through Herod, he secretly meditates 
his destruction. He appro oaches him while faint, after 
forty days and nights of sorrow and fasting on the 
Mount, and offers him all the kingdoms of the earth, 

and the glory thereof, as a recompense for his’ alle- 
giance and wor ship. He is with Him on the Mount of | 
Olives, and alienates the heart of the miscuided J udas, 
who betrays his Master. He enters into the hearts of 
the rabble who plead. before Pilate for His condemna- 
tion and. crucifixion. “He stands at the foot of the 
cross. and exultingly | rejoices over the anticipated “as- 
cendency of sin, when this divine Deliverer and Advo- 
cate of heaven shall no longer be able to defend the 
cause of righteousness on earth. He enters into the 
hearts of the centurion guard at the sepulchre of J ésus, 
vainly hoping to prevent his final resurrection from the 
dead. He has followed the disciples of righteousness 
to all lands, and among all nations: he has cast them 

into prison; he has covered them with stripes; he has | 
burned them at the stake; he has tortured them in 
every conceivable manner his fiendish ingenuity could 
invent. He is to-day combating the followers of right- 
teousness with the same relentless rigor, as when, with 





HERE AND HEREAFTER. 301 


swords and staves, his fiends incarnate gathered around 
_ the gory cross on the summit of Calvary. 

You and I may claim, may boast, of living in a 
land of civil and religious liberty. As a nation we may 
bask in the genial sunshine of all righteousness.. The 
sound of the church-bell may reverberate over every 
hill, and through every valley! But those peaceful, 
soul-cheering echoes are everywhere stifled by the 
shrieks and wails of sin and misery! The besotted 
image of his Maker goes staggering through the streets, 
with oaths and curses falling in torrents from his slimy 
lips, bearing to the bosom of his suffering family sor- 
row, destitution, and degradation. Both night and 
day, our rum-shops, gambling-halls, and houses of in- 
famy are filled to overflowing with the misguided of 
every nation, kindred, tongue, and people. Their 
gilded, fine-lettered signs are read afar off. They are 
the private drill rooms, the public recruiting offices for 
the armies of hell! Our alms-houses are full, our jails 
are full, our state’s prisons are full, our houses of cor- 
rection are all full! and still the awful work goes on ! 
Can it be stopped? Who is to blame? At whose 
door shall the sin be laid? Remember the old adage: 


“lis education forms the common mind, 
Just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.” 


Shall we direct our censure against the bent twig 
for its crooked ways, while the hands that have bent 


302 HERE AND HEREAFTER. 


it are held blameless? Shall we punish the inebriate 
for quenching his thirst for intoxicating drinks, while i 
the rumseller escapes censure? Shall we censure the a 
rumseller, and not the officers of justice, who for a few 
paltry dollars of license-money permit him to hold, to 
the lips of his customers, this poisoned chalice, foam- 
ing with the filthy, deadly lees of hell? | 
Are you and I, are our legislators with their local- 
option bills, and their no-license laws; are all the refor- 
mers on the face of the whole earth combined, now 
able—will they ever be able—to strangle the young 
Hercules of sin in his cradle, and so drive, at once and 
forever, this bighting curse from our otherwise God- 
favored land? ‘No! While the sun continues to illu- 
minate the heavens, while the earth yields her fruit 
and the sea rolls her waves, Sin will be rampant, 
Intemperance will live, Pauperism will exist, Crime 
and Misery will continue to thrive and bear fruit! 3 
But can we do nothing to stay this fearful ravage 
of sin and crime? Yes! There is every thing to be 
done? But where shall the good work begin? | 
Here, in this church! here in your hearts and in 
mine! at every man’s fireside, around every man’s 
hearthstone ! | ) 
While the tree of righteousness continues to tower 
above our heads, let us continue to assemble beneath 
its stately branches! let us endeavor to destroy the 
repulsive worms of sin and corruption that are every- 





HERE AND HEREAFTER. | 3038 
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where gnawing at its roots, boring into its trunk, or 
feasting on its branches. Let those who have realized 
its benign effects on the human heart exert every in- 
fluence to induce others to partake of its blessing; for, 
in this world, influence is every thing! and one man’s 
character is but the reflection of some other man’s 
character, or of a multitude of other men’s charac- 
ters, 1t may be. 

The pure crystal fountains that bubble up out of the 
green mountain’s side are tasteless and colorless; but 
as they wend their way through marsh and swamp, 
and absorb the rottenness of decaying vegetation, and 
are still further contaminated by the cess-pools that 
flow from the habitations of men, when they unite 
to form the deep green waters of our rivers, their 
purity is gone, their color is but the reflection of the 
green hills they pass between. The river rolls on and 
empties into the waters of the ocean, and now they 
are blue, away from all land, they can only reflect the 
deep blue of the sky overhead. There is no better 
illustration of the human character. We are all creat- 
ures of imitation; our coloring of character is but 
the reflection of our surroundings. Had you and I 
been born and bred on a pirate’s ship, we might have 
been the bloodiest monsters that ever trod a pirate 
deck, or cut a fellow-mortal’s throat! 

When the farmer clears new land, if he sows good 
seed, a harvest of good grain will reward his labor. 


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If he sows not, briars, and thistles, and mullens, and 


-fire-weeds, and all other noxious weeds will spring up 


and flourish, and rankle, and ripen, and shed their 


seeds to increase and perpetuate their annual growth. __ 


And so it is with the human mind. The infant mind 
is the rich virgin soil, it is humanity’s vacant lot. And — 
unless it is cultivated and sown with good seed, it must 
fill up with all that is bad. 

Christian parents, your own lives may have been 
virtuous and upright ; but, if your children are be- 
guiled into the paths of sin and crime, at whose door 
shall the sin be laid? Mostly at your own! In their 
infancy God entrusted them to your keeping, and you 
will have to give an account of your stewardship ! 
Christian parents, you hold in your hands the destiny 
of all succeeding generations! You are called upon, . 
by your Creator, to fill the highest office ever assigned 
to civilized man! You have entrusted to your care 
all the innocence of youth, which you are to mould 
and shape into manhood! It is yours to lay the chief 
corner-stone in the foundation of that grandest of 
structures—the human character ! | 

‘Knowledge is power.” Education and religious 
training are the cohesive elements that hold society 
together. They are the attractive forces that sustain 
and keep the world in motion. 

— Man without education is nothing but a human hb 
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shores of Time; and if this miserable wreck of hu- 
manity be engulfed in a rough sea of crime, I do 
believe, dear parents, that God will consider you ac- 
cessories of such crime. He has given them to you in 
infancy. It is yours to fit and launch them upon the 
rough ocean of life; it is yours to give them an ample 
supply from the rich store-house of the mind, lest they 
grow faint in the hour of peril, and, for want of men- 
tal strength, yield to the flattering voice of tempta- 
tion; and, in yielding, sacrifice a life which God in-— 
tended should be a life of usefulness, a preparation for 
eternity ! 

“Tf you bring up a child in the way he should go, 
when he is old he will not depart from it.” When the 
bent twig has become a crooked tree it can not be 
straightened. Judicious pruning may do much to im- 
prove its looks, but the old crooks will still remain. 
So, when the man has passed the meridian of life, with 
all his crooked ways, and full of all the evil his body 
can hold, it will be found difficult to make an upright 
man of him. Reformation will do much to improve 
him, but the old nature is hard to change. 

You may not be able to bring the present genera- 
tion up to the highest standard of human excellence, 
but you can do much for its improvement. Every 
step taken, every measure advocated, every vote cast, 
should be on the side of human improvement and hu- 
man reform. If you can not drive evil entirely from 


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our land, you can do much to narrow its limits, and 


prevent its spread. You can do much for the present, 
you can do much more for the future! Begin now! _ % 
and never stop while your arm is able to strike, or a 
you have a voice to lift in defence of the right! Let : 
your influence be felt everywhere, but above all let; a: 


it be felt by your own fireside! If. the light of divine 

truth is radiant in your heart, let it illuminate your | 
whole countenance! Make your own home pleasant. 
and attractive! and not compel your children to seek 


elsewhere for the pleasures and enjoyments of life. a 


And bear in mind how important it is to fill the 
youthful mind with good thoughts; for, in youth, every 
thought, good or bad, leaves its impression on the 
mind! And old age can never forget its youth! | | 

Our domestic education should never be slighted; 
few can receive the honors of a college, but all are 
graduates of the fireside ! The learning of the univer- 
sity may fade from the recollection! its classic lore 
may moulder in the halls of memory! but the early 
lessons of home, engraved upon the hearts of youth, 
will defy the rust of time. 


Yet, with all our domestic education—with all our ~ q 


moral training, with all our advocated reforms, with 
all our professions of religion, with all our self-right- 
eousness, we are but poor, erring, sinful mortals at 
the best! o 

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have to suffer for Adam’s transgression. Must we suf- 
fer for Adam’s transgression, or for our own transgres- 
sion? QO, would to God that Adam’s transgression 
were all the sin that we erring, rebellious mortals 
would ever have to answer for! 

God made known to Adam the consequences of 
transgression: ‘‘'The day thou eatest thereof thou shalt 
surely die!”’ The devil came strolling into the garden 
soon after and said: ‘Thou shalt ot surely die!” 
Adam and Eve were like a great many men we have 
nowadays,—the last man that ’lectioneers them is sure 
of their support,—they transgressed and fell! Adam, 
without realizing the magnitude of that death-penalty, 
transgressed but one commandment; while we, his pos- 
terity, fully realizing the enormity of the crime, and 
magnitude of the penalty, have transgressed every 
commandment! We have done it in defiance of 
heaven, and regardless of hell! 

God has said: ‘Thou shalt have no other gods 
before me.” We have worshipped every thing ‘under 
heaven, but the one true and ever-living God! 

God has said: ‘‘Thou shalt not steal!” We have 
plundered whole provinces, and after wandering over 
the whole earth and stealing about every thing we can 
lay our hands on, we have stolen the very livery of 
heaven to serve the devil! 

And God has said: ‘Thou shalt not kill!” Were 
man to obey this command, his chief delight, his most 


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enjoyable occupation would be gone. It is true, some — 
of us claim to depreciate and discountenance indi- 


vidual murder; but we all glory ina sort of wholesale __ 


slaughter and devastation. From the days of Cain, the 


first-born son of Adam, down to the present time, the — Si 


history of the world presents but one horrid scene of 
war, rapine, and bloodshed! It has been fairly esti- 
mated that over sixteen billions of human beings have 
been destroyed by the ravages of war since the com- 
mencement of the world, which is more than eighteen 
times the present population of the whole earth. 

Poor old Adam’s single transgression sinks into in- 
significance when held up by the side of ours. 

Our earthly paradise, we have converted into a per- 
fect pandemonium! It is customary to talk of the 
earth as a sort of intermediate station between heaven 
above, and hell below. We need not inquire where | 
hell is. You and I have lived on its turbulent con- 
fines ever since the hour of our birth. But, where is 
heaven? It is where God is. Then where is God? 
God is everywhere. God is an omnipresent being: 
his presence is not confined to one planet, or to any 
- number of planets: the earth, the sun, moon, and stars, 
the whole planetary system, with the whole boundless 


realms of space, must acknowledge his presence. And 


as God’s kingdom is boundless, so heaven must ou 
boundless! 
Man’s circumscribed idea of heaven, is, that it is a 





HERE AND HEREAFTER. 309 


home in the skies. What is the sky? It is nothing 
but the atmosphere that surrounds the earth. Where 
does it begin? Down at our feet, by the earth, and 
heaven should begin there too! Then heaven may be 
above us, beneath us, and all around us, and so it is! 
The good man carries much of heaven in his own 
heart; and the bad man has all the elements of hell in 
his. The earth might be all heaven, but for one thing, 
and that one thing is the old devil that is in us! 

What is tame? and what is eternity? Time is the 
moment snatched from the eternity before us, and cast 
into the eternity of the past; while eternity itself, is 
all made up of time. The words I[ have just uttered 
are with the eternity of the past, and can never be 
recalled. Alas! how few theré are, who fully realize 
the narrowness of time. And, of what use is time? 
Time was given us that we might prepare ourselves 
for eternity? And how do we prepare ourselves for 
eternity? We cut down the primitive forest; we 
build new cities; we add numberless acres to our 
earthly possessions; we lie, cheat, steal, and murder, 
to fill our coffers with that gold that perishes. Give 
man a thousand years of time in which to prepare for 
eternity, and he would spend every moment of it in 
intrenching and fortifying his position asa permanent 
resident of time! 

The magnitude and weight of our sinful burdens can 
never be realized, except when convicted, and peni- 


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tent, we stand at the foot of the cross. “The regen | 
erated will realize it here; the unregenerated must — : 
realize it at the Judgment bar of God, in the great a 
hereafter. 2 Pee 4 =e 

Death will rob us of every possession Be one, and a 
that is the possession of eternal life. Let us all strive 
to gain that possession ! } 
Citizens of this place, it is to your eae that you 
have two, well-built, well-attended churches, and not a 
rumshop in the place. | 

Gray-haired sires, in erecting this church edifice, you 
have designed to leave a worthy legacy to your chil- — 
dren. Here at this altar God’s Word will be read, his 
sacred truths declared, marriage rites will be solem- 
nized, and funeral discourses delivered, long after you — 
and I shall be sleeping beneath the cold clods of the 
valley ! 7 

May the worshippers in this house, may the wor- 
shippers in all God’s earthly tabernacles, be found 
worthy to worship, hereafter, in God’s heavenly house 
of many mansions. ; aan 
| Janes. O’Connor. 


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